CHAPTER 262: CHAPTER 262: LUNA, I’M SORRY, I FAILED TO PROTECT YOU...

If he had known earlier that this woman belonged to Young Master Morris, even if he were given more money and praised with more good words, he wouldn’t have taken this job!

But now that he’s already done it, he can only see it through to the end.

He looked at Malcom Moore, nervously saying, "This lady is suspected of stealing design blueprints, causing significant losses to the company. We received a report, just routine..."

"Bullshit! Routine involves beating her?" Malcom Moore coldly interrupted the middle-aged police officer. "Who gave you the right!"

Looking at the girl covered in scars, barely clinging to life, Malcom’s heart burned with rage.

Then he gently put Serena Sterling down, stepped forward without giving the middle-aged police officer a chance to react, and with a snap sound, dislocated one of his arms. "Now tell me, what have you done to her?"

The officer’s arm was snapped by Malcom, and his leg was kicked so he couldn’t stand. The middle-aged officer was in immense pain but didn’t dare to cry out.

Cold sweat soaked his forehead, and he trembled more violently. "I’m sorry, Young Master Morris, I didn’t know she was with you."

With another snap, Malcom casually dislocated the officer’s other arm. "You didn’t know she was mine, so you thought you could lay hands on her?"

"Ah!" Unable to endure the pain any longer, the middle-aged police officer screamed like a slaughtered pig...

Malcom dusted off his hands, leaned over, and picked up Serena again, his dark eyes fixing on the police chief. "Don’t let me see these three people again! As for you, retire. You’re not fit for this place!"

The police chief shuddered, watching the man stride away carrying the girl.

He looked at the two equally stunned individuals beside him. "If you want to live, get out of River City!"

...

At the hospital, Malcom rushed into the emergency room with Serena in his arms. "She’s injured, hurry and examine her!"

"Yes, Young Master Morris." Several doctors immediately got to work.

But before they could start, Malcom called them off.

Malcom looked at the male doctors about to examine Serena, and spoke coolly, "Stop!"

The doctors halted immediately, looking at Malcom in confusion.

Malcom’s handsome brows furrowed slightly, "Does such a large hospital not have any female doctors?"

"Yes, yes." A doctor promptly replied, "Dr. Wood is a woman, and her medical skills are quite good. I’ll get her right away."

With that, the doctor ran off to fetch Dr. Wood.

Seeing the doctor leave, Malcom irritatedly turned to the other doctors, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and examine her!"

The doctors: "..."

Wasn’t it Young Master Morris who told us to stop?

Malcom looked at Serena with deep concern, chastising the remaining doctors in the emergency room, "First examine her other injuries, wait for the female doctor to check her back."

"Yes, yes!" The doctors responded repeatedly, immediately beginning to examine Serena.

Before they finished, the doctor who ran away earlier returned, bringing a female doctor with him.

The female doctor in her white coat paused noticeably upon seeing the man in the room.

Malcom didn’t mind, for in his eyes right now, there was only Serena lying on the hospital bed.

The female doctor quickly composed herself and approached Serena, surrounded by other doctors.

As soon as she got close, the male doctors automatically stepped back to avoid suspicion.

Only then did Malcom look at the female doctor, softly instructing, "She has injuries on her back, take a good look at them."

Then he added, "Be gentle, don’t touch her wounds."

"Yes, Young Master Morris." The woman’s voice was light and pleasant, much like her, radiating an ethereal and transcendent quality.

She then elegantly drew the curtain and professionally, skillfully examined Serena’s back injuries.

A few minutes later, Dr. Wood opened the curtain again.

She approached the male doctors who’d been examining Serena and discussed quietly with them.

Then, she turned to Malcom and delivered the final verdict.

"Young Master Morris, this lady has suffered severe internal injuries; her spleen and stomach and other internal organs are damaged to varying degrees. However, she doesn’t have any external injuries. I suspect the perpetrator did it deliberately, using methods that wouldn’t leave external marks. Since she’s suffered internal injuries, there’s no need for special emergency treatment. With conservative treatment and intravenous therapy, good rest should be enough."

Dr. Wood’s voice was very pleasant to hear, but to Malcom, it was not soothing at all.

He paid no attention to her magnetic voice, only the content of her words.

Severe internal injuries?

Her spleen and stomach, and other internal organs, have damage to varying degrees?

The assailant did it deliberately, using methods that wouldn’t leave external marks?

Those people really dared!

They used the methods of coercive interrogation on Luna!

Just dealing with them like that is too easy on them!

Malcom even had a murderous urge.

His devilish eyes were full of frightening coldness; if those people were right in front of him, he absolutely wouldn’t let them off so easily! ...

The examination results were out, and the doctors prepared medication for Serena.

Malcom carefully carried Serena out of the emergency room into a VIP special care ward.

In the patient room, Serena was already on IV fluids.

Malcom sat at the bedside, tightly holding Serena’s small hand, looking at her face, pale to the point of losing all color, apologizing with deep sorrow, "Luna, I’m sorry! I didn’t protect you well, letting you get hurt so badly! I am ashamed of your father! ..."

Serena had been locked in the interrogation room for a whole day.

During those many hours, not only was Serena deprived of water, she also had to endure the beating from those three unscrupulous policemen under the intense, glaring incandescent light.

It’s safe to say that for those many hours, Serena endured unprecedented mental and physical torment.

When Malcom knocked that dazzling incandescent light away from her eyes and rescued her from the abyss of the police station, Serena finally could pass out.

Now, hearing Malcom’s voice, Serena slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes had been bathed in intense light for too long, and her vision of the man before her was still a bit blurry.

But she heard, this person sounded like Malcom. She uncertainly asked, "Young Master Morris, is that you?"

Malcom’s eyes, dark as ink, were fixed unwaveringly on Serena, softly answering, "Luna, it’s me."