Chapter 411
The female bodyguard cried out in panic, “Mr. Ramsey, what’s wrong? Please don’t joke around!”
She rushed to Ernest’s side and quickly retrieved the cigar from his lap while he clutched his chest in agony.
“My chest hurts so badly,” Ernest groaned, his face contorted with pain. “Oh God, my head too – everything hurts! Get me to the hospital, now!”
Within moments, Ernest’s pain had spread throughout his entire body. He collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently with white foam spurting from his mouth.
The two bodyguards frantically carried Ernest out the door and rushed him to the hospital. They knew every second counted.
“This is incredible,” Natasha remarked with amazement. “The moment you finished counting down, that pervert just collapsed!”
She could not help but feel increasingly awed by Andrew’s abilities.
Andrew said coldly, “He brought this upon himself. Anyway, there’s no rush. Once he discovers the hospital can’t help him, he’ll come crawling back to us.”
Natasha giggled flirtatiously while gazing at Andrew with sparkling eyes.
“So, did you mess with Ernest just to get revenge for me?” she asked, touched by the gesture.
Andrew smiled. “Ernest is arrogant and untouchable to most people, but I won’t stand for it. More importantly, he dared to set his sight on someone who belonged to me. I could easily make him disappear from West End without leaving a trace if I wanted to.”
Natasha felt a sense of peace wash over her as she noticed the cold glint in Andrew’s eyes. She knew she had not misjudged this man.
Meanwhile, Ernest was rushed to Jayrodale General Hospital after leaving West End, and Francesca personally attended to him.
With a grave expression, she explained, “I apologize, sir, but we can’t determine the cause of your unusual condition. It’s extremely serious, and if it continues, your life could be in danger. I recommend you wait here while our deputy chief comes to treat you.”
Ernest could barely speak clearly, coughing up blood with every word. “Wait? You’re making me wait? Do you know who I am? I’m Ernest Ramsey from the Ramseys of Canraville! If your deputy chief can save me, get him here now!”
He doubled over, vomiting an impossible amount of blood.
Francesca frowned, disliking this vulgar old man’s attitude. Nonetheless, she knew saving lives came first, so she immediately called Andrew.
“Andrew, we have a patient who’s vomiting blood uncontrollably and convulsing,” she reported urgently. “He’s critical. Can you come right away?”
Back at West End, Andrew was surprised by Francesca’s description. He asked, “Is this patient an unruly old man with two bodyguards – one male, one female?”
Francesca exclaimed, “Yes, exactly! How did you know?”
Andrew chuckled at the coincidence. “That’s not important. I’m busy with something urgent right now, but give him this message: there’s no cure – he might as well prepare for death.” Francesca stared at her phone in shock, speechless. Andrew’s words seemed incredibly harsh. However, she quickly realized that, given Andrew’s usual compassionate nature, he would not carelessly dismiss someone’s life. Combined with the fact that he had known the patient’s identity, she concluded that Andrew must know this old man – and there was clearly bad blood between them.