CHAPTER 380: CHAPTER 380: NIGHTMARE

"Ivy, do you have twenty thousand cash right now? I urgently need it."

Ivy Linden saw it was a call from her mom and immediately said, "I have it. Mom, when do you need it? I’ll bring it to you."

Mrs. Linden said, "I’m quite anxious. Ivy, can you deliver the money to me within an hour?"

Ivy Linden was driving to "Yiren Magazine" and was about forty minutes away from her mom’s place. She said, "No problem. Mom, don’t worry, I’m already on my way."

Mrs. Linden hung up the phone and glared hatefully at Luke Lowe: "Twenty thousand bucks are already on the way. Luke Lowe, you’ve achieved your goal."

Luke Lowe was pleasantly surprised; why hadn’t he realized before that this aunt in the village had a daughter with money?

Twenty thousand! Said she’d deliver it and it’s coming right over.

Luke Lowe was grinning ear to ear: "Auntie is the best! Thank you, auntie."

Mrs. Linden was disgusted to death by Luke Lowe’s demeanor; this kid only recognized money, not people. Give him money, and he’d even call you dad or mom; give him none, and he’d even hit his own grandma without hesitation.

Mrs. Linden scolded, "Get lost! I get nauseous just looking at you."

Luke Lowe shamelessly laughed, "I also want to get lost, but since I haven’t got the cash yet, I’ll disappear once it’s in my hands."

Thinking that the twenty thousand would be in his hand in an hour, Luke Lowe finally felt a sense of security.

Those people last night killed Hawk, but until the morning, he was still safe. He even managed to escape from the hospital. They won’t find this place so quickly; it’s far and secluded from Ravenswood.

Luke Lowe smugly imagined: Once he got the money and left Ravenswood, he’d first find a place to hide, play around with some girls, and after a few years, he would find that vile woman who bailed on him last night.

That vile woman had promised to be his for a while, and he couldn’t let his sacrifice of losing a hand go to waste without even touching her.

Howard Yeats was woken up by Derrick Stern, tried to sleep again, but his slumber was shallow. He kept tossing and turning and couldn’t fall asleep. Then he started thinking about Ivy Linden.

Howard Yeats thought he was pathetic.

The way Ivy Linden treated him, yet he still couldn’t forget her, even dreaming of those intimate things with Ivy Linden at night.

Howard Yeats picked up his phone again, contemplating calling Ivy Linden. He dialed it but then hung up immediately.

This phone could no longer reach Ivy Linden’s number.

Howard Yeats climbed out of bed, using his home phone to dial Ivy Linden’s number.

Ivy Linden’s number.

He didn’t need to look it up in his phone directory; it was long engraved in his memory.

Ivy Linden was driving on the road, twenty minutes away from her mom’s place. As her phone rang, she noticed it was an unfamiliar number, not her mom’s. She hesitated for a few seconds but still answered it.

She feared her mom’s need for money was urgent, worried it was her mom calling from someone else’s home with their phone.

"Mom..."

There was silence on the other end.

Ivy Linden heard no sound from the phone and called again: "Is it mom?"

A man’s low laughter came from the phone: "Not your mom, but you can call me dad."

Ivy Linden shivered from head to toe; who could this voice belong to but Howard Yeats?

Ivy Linden was irate: "Howard Yeats, are you done yet? Do you find mocking me fun?"

Howard Yeats denied: "I’m not mocking you; you initiated calling me mom. I’m just correcting you; I’m male and can only be a dad, not a mom."

Ivy Linden was furious and cursed: "Go away!"

Howard Yeats heard the little wildcat furious. His smile widened, and he was about to speak more when he heard the beeping sound from the telephone.

Howard Yeats frowned: "Little wildcat, again hung up on me."

Howard Yeats dialed again, somewhat surprised that Ivy Linden hadn’t blacklisted his landline but just didn’t answer his calls.

Howard Yeats, teasing Ivy Linden, continued dialing repeatedly, as if she’d not answer, he’d blow up her phone.

Ivy Linden heard the phone rings, her head felt huge with frustration, nearly running a red light, almost colliding with a sedan moving on the crosswalk.

Ivy Linden was vexed to death.

Howard Yeats, that man, is deranged; if she didn’t answer his call, he’d keep calling and even switch phones to do so. He had money in abundance, changing phones like toys.

Ivy Linden worried Howard Yeats might drain her phone’s battery entirely, and if her mom wasn’t home, she’d struggle to locate her mom.

Ivy Linden answered the phone angrily: "Howard Yeats, stop messing around. I have something urgent now."

Howard Yeats smiled: "I’m not messing! I just missed you. What’s this matter you’re dealing with now? Share with me; perhaps I can help relieve your worries?"

Ivy Linden wanted to reply with "Go away!"

Ivy Linden said: "Please, I’m begging you, don’t mess around today, OK? I genuinely don’t have the mood to play your games today."

Howard Yeats hesitated for a few seconds: "Sure! Then tell me, what’s up?"

Ivy Linden was overwhelmed, saying: "I’m taking money to my mom; she’s pretty anxious, something might have happened."

Howard Yeats: "So it’s mother-in-law!"

Ivy Linden’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment: "Howard, Yeats. Can’t you be serious?"

Howard Yeats: "I can! I’m being serious right now! How much does mother-in-law need? I’ll personally bring over two million; would that suffice?"

Ivy Linden was furious enough to hang up again, saying resentfully: "I’m driving, Howard Yeats, do you insist on provoking me to cause a traffic accident before you’re satisfied?"

Instantly.

Howard Yeats’s end was quiet.

Howard Yeats said seriously: "Don’t talk nonsense! I’m hanging up now, drive safely."

Howard Yeats hung up.

Ivy Linden’s world quieted down, she exhaled deeply, her mind tangled up about what to do to rid herself of Howard Yeats the scumbag.

~~

Crestfall Hospital, VIP ward.

Leon Keane opened his laptop and sat on the sofa to work.

Not long after, he received a text on his phone.

The phone vibrated softly, not disturbing Ivana Monroe and the two kids sleeping.

It was a text from Derrick Stern.

"President Kane, Blackie has already left Crestfall Hospital; he might have caught wind of the incident with Hawk at the club."

Leon Keane frowned, quickly typing with his slender fingers.

"Immediately retrieve the surveillance from Crestfall Hospital and its surroundings. If the surveillance doesn’t show anything, check the cabs and cars that passed during his departure time. We must locate him today."

"Yes, President Kane."

"Derrick Stern, you’ve worked hard enough, take a rest first! Instruct the team below to investigate, don’t push yourself too hard; the bad guys won’t escape."

Derrick Stern was happier than having eaten honey after hearing Leon Keane’s warm words.

"Okay, thank you, President Kane."

Leon Keane hung up, hearing murmurs from Ivana Monroe on the hospital bed.

"No... No... Don’t hurt my children... Ian... Timmy, come quickly to mommy..."