CHAPTER 127: CHAPTER 127: IS JACK YATES JUST FAKING IT?

Renee Winslow walked into the hospital room and saw the man lying stiffly on the bed, wrapped up like a mummy. She finally released the tears she’d been holding back.

Jack Yates looked at the girl with her tearful pitiful eyes. He really wanted to sit up, tear off the gauze, pull her into his arms and kiss away her tears, telling her he was okay.

However, just as he raised his arm slightly, Kyle Sheffield’s coughing came from outside the door.

"Ahem!" Kyle Sheffield coughed a few times and said from outside the door, "Mr. Yates, the doctor said you’ve just come out of danger. You can’t get emotional; you need to rest quietly."

Jack Yates had already half-raised his arm but forced himself to put it back down.

Renee Winslow quickly walked to the bedside, crouched down with red-rimmed eyes, looked at Jack Yates’s bloody and mangled hand, and the tears she’d just held back surged out again, falling in big drops onto Jack’s hand.

She hurriedly wiped them with her hand, but as soon as she wiped them once, she stopped. Seeing his exposed joints, the tears flowed even more fiercely.

Jack Yates suddenly regretted it; he shouldn’t have tested her this way.

Renee Winslow leaned on the edge of the bed, her shoulders trembling as she cried, "Jack Yates, you big liar. You deceived me. You promised to come back to Northcity safely, but you ended up like this and almost..."

Jack Yates ultimately couldn’t hold back. He raised his hand to stroke her head, intentionally lowered and deepened his voice, and deliberately slowed his speech, giving his voice a sickly hoarseness.

"Don’t cry, I’m fine."

Renee Winslow sniffled and said with a choked voice, "Jack Yates, you have to get well soon."

Jack Yates tried several times to sit up, but Kyle Sheffield stopped him each time.

Shane Grant really couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed the back of Kyle Sheffield’s collar and dragged him away, speaking only after they’d gone far, "Got a chicken feather stuck in your throat? What are you coughing for?"

After all, Shane Grant, the Southern Theater Army Major and the second son of the Grant Family in Riverbend, was the only one who dared to grab Kyle Sheffield by the collar.

Anyone else who tried would certainly get into big trouble with Kyle Sheffield.

Kyle Sheffield straightened his clothes and collar, grinning. "Didn’t you see how smitten Boss Yates looked? If I didn’t stop him, he’d give himself away on the spot. If he gives himself away now, what do we do?"

Shane Grant laughed coldly, "Heh, it’s your problem, not mine."

Kyle Sheffield said, "Commander Grant, it’s easy for you to say that it doesn’t affect you. But as a worker, it does concern me. I was involved in the entire process, made the calls, brought the people over. If Boss Yates gets exposed and angers that young miss, who’s going to bear the cost?"

Shane Grant stayed silent, his face aloof as if it had nothing to do with him.

Kyle Sheffield said helplessly, "It’ll definitely be me, the worker. So I have to stop him from being exposed so quickly. As anxious as he is, he should at least wait until tomorrow, right?"

Shane Grant pointed into the air, "You’d better keep it well hidden forever, or else the Third Master Yates will really find it hard to explain."

Kyle Sheffield laughed indifferently, "It’s not that serious. That girl seems to have a pretty good temper. With Boss Yates’s typical toughness, he should be able to handle her tightly. As long as he doesn’t get exposed today, it’s fine."

Shane Grant stopped continuing the topic and instead talked about the real issue: "Currently, the biggest drug lord in The Gilded Delta is the president of that charity association in Mekara, named Ethan Wyatt. He both trafficks drugs and does charity. Although he hasn’t extended his activities into our country yet, we must remain vigilant. Also, the Northern State’s underboss, killed by The Third Young Master Yates before, was Ethan Wyatt’s father, Oscar Wyatt. While Oscar was a gangster, he never got involved in drugs and even opposed drug trafficking."

Kyle Sheffield sneered, "He wasn’t into drugs, but damn, he was into scams. As one of the four major leaders in the districts, his death was well deserved!"

Shane Grant nodded, "True, whether it’s drugs or fraud, they all deserve death. However, Ethan Wyatt is even more ruthless and cunning than his father. He’s involved in scams and drugs, even trafficking organs, entirely malevolent. The key point is he has his powerful armed forces and cooperates with arms dealers in The Occident. You all entering Northern Myona so recklessly was like dancing on a grave."

Kyle Sheffield smiled helplessly, "You know The Third Young Master’s character, domineering and autocratic. What he says goes, who can influence him? I’m just an assistant. Not to mention even his old man, Commander Yates, I bet he can’t control him now either."

Shane Grant shook his head with a smile, "He is good in every way, just too arrogant, never taking anyone seriously, like a real-life undefeated loner. One day, when he falls hard from his pedestal, breaking all his arrogance, he’ll learn to restrain himself."

Kyle Sheffield also shook his head with a laugh, "I’m afraid that day will never come. With The Third Master Yates’s depth and skills, no matter how power shifts, he’ll stand undefeated."

Shane Grant didn’t continue on political matters; speaking too much was risky, and besides, his relationship with Kyle Sheffield wasn’t at the level where they could freely discuss these things.

Shane Grant changed the topic, "I can’t stay here too long due to my position. I have to return to the mainland today. You all must be careful."

Kyle Sheffield: "Okay."

Shane Grant reminded, "If danger truly arises, don’t worry, just contact me immediately."

Kyle Sheffield smiled, "Of course."

After Shane Grant left, Kyle Sheffield turned to head back to the ward, only to see Harvey Lancaster standing like a door god outside, guarding it.

Kyle Sheffield patted Harvey Lancaster’s shoulder, quietly instructed, "Keep a close watch, don’t let Boss Yates do anything impulsive."

Harvey Lancaster kept silent, eyes downcast.

Kyle Sheffield: "I’m going out for a bit, hold your ground."

Having said that, he discreetly peeked into the ward. At this glance, he almost rushed in to pin Jack Yates back to the bed.

Inside the ward, Jack Yates was already sitting up, using his arms wrapped like rice dumplings to hug Renee Winslow, rubbing his head against her embrace.

Kyle Sheffield felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth; was it really that urgent? He never noticed The Third Master Yates being so lustful before.

They said they’d pretend for half a month, but barely a day passed and he could hardly keep it up, almost pinning the girl down to the bed for a bite.

Kyle Sheffield covered his eyes with his hands, unable to bear the sight, and left.

Renee Winslow pushed against Jack Yates’ chest with her hands but didn’t dare to push hard, whispering, "Jack Yates, lie down quickly, don’t reopen your wounds."

Jack Yates replied in a deep, hoarse voice, "Lie down with me."

Renee Winslow: "No way, I’m afraid I’d kick and move around in my sleep, what if I kick you..."

However, before she finished speaking, Jack Yates had already lay down, holding her.

Renee Winslow: "..."

A bold thought entered her mind: was Jack Yates faking it?