CHAPTER 378: CHAPTER 378: DOESN’T YOUR CONSCIENCE HURT?

Derrick Stern had no idea the kidnappers demanded five million, but Leon Keane asked him to fetch fifteen million, considering the lives of the two children and Aunt Golding.

Those fifteen million were to secure their safe return.

Secretary Sullivan’s heart jumped: "And then?"

Derrick continued: "Later, President Kane wanted to save the two children, so he had me go to the company to get the money, and then he rushed off."

Secretary Sullivan immediately asked: "Did the two young masters return safely?"

Derrick smirked: "Women! Your minds are so simplistic. I’ve already told you; the madam has met with misfortune. They kidnapped the young masters to lure President Kane away, but the real target was the madam."

Secretary Sullivan hadn’t considered that possibility; she was more concerned about the young masters’ safety.

Secretary Sullivan was getting anxious, glaring at Derrick: "Can you just say everything in one go? Stop keeping me in suspense. I’m really worried. What did the madam go through? Were the young masters rescued in the end?"

Derrick saw Secretary Sullivan returning to her former self, chuckled, and couldn’t resist gently tapping her head: "Such a fool, if the young masters weren’t rescued, would President Kane have been able to sleep last night?"

The finger tap on her head didn’t hurt much.

Secretary Sullivan habitually uttered "Ouch," and complained: "Drive properly. How many times have I told you, stop joking around while driving? If there’s an accident, you’d regret it."

Derrick was extremely confident in his driving skills.

"Derrick, hurry up, what happened next?"

"Fortunately, President Kane wasn’t fooled by the kidnapper’s distraction tactic. He told me to call Young Master Yeats and have him send bodyguards to protect the madam."

"That scared the life out of me."

Derrick paused and continued: "However, Young Master Yeats arrived at the madam’s ward with the bodyguards too late."

Secretary Sullivan’s heart, which had just settled, was once again gripped by Derrick’s words.

She was furious at Derrick.

"And then?"

"You ask, and then what? Imagine a few thugs with knives, what do you think they would do to the madam? You can picture it."

Imagine?

Does it even require imagination?

Secretary Sullivan trembled uncontrollably, knowing without a doubt that those thugs wanted to kill the madam.

Secretary Sullivan was so frightened that she cried: "Derrick, please, tell me how badly injured the madam got last night."

Derrick saw Secretary Sullivan crying and felt a touch of guilt, but instead of comforting her, he continued: "You know, if the madam hadn’t been brave last night, she’d be a corpse now."

Secretary Sullivan’s face turned pale at once.

Derrick resisted the urge to comfort her: "If it were you, with your lover and children under such devastating threats, could you casually say report it to the police and let them handle it?"

Secretary Sullivan was in tears, shaking her head furiously, watching Derrick with tearful eyes, admitting she loved this man dearly. If Derrick faced the same situation as the madam with those thugs, she’d only have one thought: fight back in kind.

Why should her loved ones suffer such destructive harm while the criminals only go to prison?

Spending decades in prison doesn’t make up for the lives of loved ones and children!

The company arrival.

Derrick stopped the car, pulled Secretary Sullivan into his arms, gently wiping the tears from her face: "You wouldn’t, and neither would I. If anyone dares to hurt you like that, I’ll do the same as President Kane."

Secretary Sullivan cried even more in Derrick’s embrace.

Derrick felt a deep heartache, gently patting her back to comfort: "Alright, don’t cry, you’ll soon look like a little cat."

After calming Secretary Sullivan, he watched her enter Kane Group through the car window.

Derrick turned the car around and made a call to Howard Yeats.

Howard Yeats had a unique method for training bodyguards, and the bodyguards he trained in the hidden estate included those for President Kane.

The call connected.

"Young Master Yeats, send a few bodyguards for me, to deal with last night’s scum."

Howard Yeats wasn’t fully awake yet, yawning.

"Derrick, you rascal, calling me so early to ask for men, doesn’t your conscience hurt?"

"Nope, because President Kane is already awake, and I haven’t slept until now, Young Master Yeats you slept the longest and most comfortably."

Howard Yeats’s mouth twitched.

Damn!

He only slept for three hours and felt dizzy, yet Derrick calls him out for sleeping the longest and most comfortably?

Howard Yeats couldn’t be bothered with Derrick’s commenting; worse yet, Derrick still hadn’t slept.

Howard Yeats gave Derrick an address and called the people there.

When Derrick arrived by car, eight strong and fierce-looking bodyguards stood in a row, beside them a seven-seater van.

Derrick felt a pang in his eyes at the sight.

Such a group was clearly set for trouble; wasn’t too good, right?

Derrick took three people who didn’t look too menacing.

All three sat in his back seat.

Derrick said: "At the hospital, split up. Don’t draw too much attention."

The bodyguards said in unison: "Yes, Young Master Stern."

Derrick’s expression froze. "Young Master Stern"? Did Young Master Yeats instruct them to call that?

Crestfall Hospital.

When Derrick arrived with the bodyguards, the ward they investigated didn’t have any sign of Luke Lowe.

He grabbed a nurse and asked: "Is this bed occupied by Luke Lowe? Where is he?"

The nurse was startled by Derrick’s action.

Derrick realized his lack of composure, released the nurse, and sincerely said: "Sorry, I got a little excited. I’m a friend of Luke Lowe, he called me to come."

The nurse understood, frowned slightly, and said: "He woke up this morning and left, I couldn’t stop him. It’s strange, he called you over, yet left himself?"

Derrick’s face darkened, arriving a step late, someone had called Luke Lowe earlier to tip him off.

~~

A taxi arrived at a remote village in Ravenswood.

Luke Lowe pulled out the only hundred yuan he had to pay the driver, dragging his badly wounded arm towards his grandmother’s house.

"Luke, Luke is back? Luke, what’s wrong with your arm? Your aunt is talking to you, why aren’t you responding?" asked a middle-aged woman approaching.

"N-Nothing."

Luke hid his arm behind his back. Every move brought excruciating pain to his wound, and he gritted his teeth and ran off towards his grandmother’s house.

"What’s wrong with Luke? Why does he look so unwell?"

The middle-aged woman found it strange, watching Luke’s fleeing figure and then returning her gaze and suddenly seeing blood on the ground, like blooming red plum blossoms.

The middle-aged woman’s face changed: "Luke caused trouble outside again?"