CHAPTER 506: CHAPTER 506: SHAMELESS SYCOPHANT

On the night the helicopter arrived in Ravenswood, Leon Keane was admitted to the best dermatology hospital. Several top dermatology experts were woken by phone calls, and upon hearing it was the dean calling, they quickly got dressed and rushed to the hospital.

"Professor Wei... Professor Linden... Professor Cheney..."

The doctor from the county was dumbfounded. These were renowned figures in Ravenswood’s hospital, and even in the county hospital, their names were well-known.

"Mm."

"Mm."

"Mm."

The experts’ responses made the doctor overjoyed.

Leon Keane was once again wheeled into the operating room, along with Derrick Stern.

Ivana Monroe anxiously waited outside the operating room.

Richie curled his lips, what’s there to worry about? He won’t die anyway.

It wasn’t until the sky outside brightened that the doors to the operating room opened. Several expert-level professors, with tired expressions, emerged. They had slept less than five hours the previous night before being called in by the dean. Who could sustain that?

"How is my husband?"

Ivana anxiously asked as she saw the experts come out.

"Rest assured, Young Madam Kane, President Kane is out of danger. He will be able to be discharged after some rest."

Ivana breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this response.

"Then will the burns on his face and body leave scars?"

This time, it was Richie speaking; while waiting with Ivana, he was quietly praying for Leon Keane to be scarred as much as possible, the more the better, and as ugly as possible.

The experts looked at Richie, wondering who this guy was? An enemy of President Kane? How could he ask such questions?

Perhaps he’s just a man who doesn’t know how to speak.

Richie was the one who brought Leon Keane here, so the experts didn’t dare to make reckless assumptions and said with a smile, "There will be no scars on President Kane’s face. As for his body, we have performed the best treatment possible. Even if there are scars after the wounds heal, with today’s advanced technology, they can all be removed."

"So, please don’t worry."

No need to worry, my foot!

Richie looked displeased.

"Thank you, thank you all."

Ivana was so happy, she kept thanking them.

"Young Madam Kane, no need to be polite, this is our duty."

"Oh, by the way, the dean has already arranged for President Kane’s room. It’s the best VIP room, and since you’ve stayed up all night outside, once the nurse wheels President Kane out, you should go upstairs and get some sleep!"

"Yes, the VIP room has everything, including a change of clothes for you, which the dean had the nurse purchase."

Richie rolled his eyes at this, as if the dean of this hospital was unnecessarily overzealous. Is it really necessary to have the nurse prepare clothes for Ivana?

For goodness’ sake~

Bootlicker!

Ivana thanked them again, and when Leon Keane was wheeled out by the nurse, she ran to his side in a few steps. Seeing his peaceful, closed eyes and still handsome face despite the burns, her eyes welled up with tears.

Ivana followed the nurse in pushing Leon Keane to the VIP room.

Richie also followed, his beautiful face not looking very pleased.

Upon reaching the room.

Ivana sat by Leon Keane’s hospital bed, clasping his well-defined fingers in her hands, looking at the handsome man on the bed with reddened eyes.

Richie, with his hands in his pockets, thought to himself what’s so appealing about the disfigured Leon Keane?

Doesn’t he look better than Leon Keane?

Richie felt more and more aggrieved; Ivana hadn’t looked over at him even once since they arrived at this hospital.

Isn’t this infuriating?

Suddenly, a phone rang.

It was Richie’s phone.

The caller ID showed it was Wind.

"What is it?" Richie’s tone wasn’t pleasant.

"..." Wind felt a chill all over.

"Boss, I brought Jack Quinn back."

"Mm."

"..."

Wind was puzzled, what does the boss mean by "mm"? No further instructions?

Richie’s mind was full of the scene of Ivana watching Leon Keane, leaving him with no desire to deal with Jack Quinn: "That’s all."

On the other end, Wind.

Stared blankly at the phone, mumbling to himself: "What’s wrong with the boss? Did he lose a love interest? He seems out of sorts?"

Suddenly, a mud-covered person burst in.

"Who goes there?"

Wind shouted, drawing his gun.

"Don’t shoot, it’s me... Thunder."

Thunder was terrified and hastily explained; Wind’s marksmanship was very accurate.

"Thunder?"

Wind looked at the person whose hair was a mess with a blade of grass stuck in it and face so dirty that he couldn’t recognize the original features. Was this really Thunder? His clothes did seem familiar!

Wind suddenly remembered that these were the clothes Thunder wore before departing last night.

Wind was extremely surprised and put away his gun: "Thunder, were you chased by enemies last night? How did you end up like this?"

Thunder dragged his weary body onto the sofa, panting out: "No enemies were chasing me."

"Then what happened to you?"

What happened? It was the boss’ doing.

Recalling last night made him feel wronged.

Thunder tearfully said, "The boss ditched me for a woman, flew away with her in a helicopter."

Wind: "Holy crap."

Thunder: "Not only that, the woman’s accomplices called the police. The police showed up, and I had to run for my life... That godforsaken place, I ran so far, my legs almost fell off..."

Wind: "Wait a minute, how did you get back? Didn’t the boss take the helicopter?"

Thunder: "I ran to the county, stole a bicycle, rode it to the port, and took a ferry to smuggle back."

Wind: "Brilliant!"

Arden, Corhaven Town.

Howard Yeats carried fresh groceries to the door of Ivy Linden’s home and knocked. Inside, a little one jumped off the bed and came running to open the door for Howard Yeats.

Accompanied by Ivy Linden’s voice: "Nicole, don’t run so fast, don’t open the door."

Nicole’s childish voice said: "Mommy, it’s not a bad person, it must be Uncle Howard."

A smile appeared on Howard Yeats’ face, Nicole was quite the little helper for him!

Worth all the love he’s given her.

Nicole opened the door, and her snow-white little face beamed with a smile: "Uncle Howard, I knew it was you."

Howard Yeats held up the groceries in his hand: "I’ve come to bring little Nicole some delicious meat and shrimp."

"Wow~ Uncle Howard, you’re the best."

"Because Uncle Howard likes Nicole the most."

"Hehehe~" Nicole happily said, "Nicole also really likes Uncle Howard."

Liking a lot, but not the most.

Howard Yeats raised an eyebrow at this little smartypants.

"Howard Yeats, get out."

Ivy Linden’s voice sounded from inside the room, with a hint of anger.

"I’m already here, and you’re still kicking me out?"

Howard Yeats thought Ivy Linden was angry and about to drive him off, stepped into the house, turned, and closed the door, bent down to pick up Nicole, but hadn’t gone far before he froze.

Ivy Linden... was still in bed.

She clutched the blanket tightly, covering herself, her fair face flushed with a faint blush of anger, enticing and charming.

Her current behavior suggested she might not be dressed under the blankets.

Howard Yeats suddenly felt a dry throat.