CHAPTER 868: CHAPTER 868: THE PERPETRATOR MUST NOT BE SPARED

On the other side, Louis Hayes had already finished negotiating with the doctor and came to Nora Northwood.

"Mrs. Sinclair, today’s accident was due to my lack of foresight." He admitted his fault.

Nora didn’t blame him, her face remained pale and lifeless, her lower lip bitten tightly.

After waiting for a while, Louis spoke a second sentence: "The doctor said Director Sinclair needs rest. Why don’t we move to the small living room, and I’ll reiterate the doctor’s words to you."

Upon hearing the topic concerning Jasper Sinclair’s condition, Nora finally showed the normal reaction a person should have.

The two left the place where Jasper was resting and went outside.

This was a two-room ward, with the inside reserved for the patient to rest and the outside convenient for family discussions.

Coincidentally, Raina Sinclair arrived at that time.

This saved Louis Hayes the trouble of repeating the same message twice, as he delivered the doctor’s instructions in one go.

"The knife brushed by the heart side, the wound is relatively deep but didn’t harm any vital parts, about..."

Apart from the doctor’s account, Louis said nothing else.

When he finished speaking, he grasped his hands together and steadily waited for questions from the opposite side.

Nora didn’t make things difficult for Louis, knowing this matter couldn’t be entirely blamed on him.

Then she exchanged a glance with Raina Sinclair, their eyes filled with utter grief, as the latter asked: "Did the doctor mention when he will wake up?"

"Expected within twelve hours."

With the discussion on the condition over, it was time to address the perpetrator—Boss King.

At this moment, Nora’s complexion had already returned to normal; with Jasper having fallen, she definitely couldn’t afford to fall too.

She asked, "Has the perpetrator been brought to justice?"

"Currently under interrogation, Francis is following up. Our people are accompanying him in secret, ensuring the perpetrator won’t have an opportunity to escape. If the police can’t handle it properly, our people will use other means."

This was exactly the answer Nora wanted.

For someone who stabbed her husband, she could not afford to be overly kind-hearted.

Then she continued: "Send a few people to guard this floor."

"Understood."

At this moment, Louis Hayes truly understood why the women surrounding the director would never catch his eye.

He sincerely admired Nora Northwood, even in such times she could deftly manage the details.

After ensuring Jasper Sinclair was out of danger, Raina Sinclair and Nora took turns keeping watch.

The ward also had a twenty-four-hour caregiver.

They both didn’t trust outsiders and insisted on being present themselves, with Raina taking the shift before dawn, and Nora responsible for the latter half of the night.

...

Jasper Sinclair regained consciousness just at dawn.

Initially, he stared unwaveringly at the ceiling, akin to a statue often found in art students’ studios.

After a long time, he finally shifted his gaze to the person leaning on the edge of his bed.

His always sharp eyes now seemed to be shrouded in a thin haze.

Jasper’s gaze was somewhat astray, seeming to be watching Nora but apparently not.

Then, he slowly raised his hand and let it rest on Nora’s forehead, gently stroking it.

Nora’s hair was slightly disheveled, a crease remained between her brows which suggested she wasn’t at ease.

The smell of disinfectant filled every corner of the ward, masking her usual fragrance.

Jasper felt nostalgic for her previous scent, as though it was a distant memory...