Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Chapter 281 Matthew Was Weird

"Benevolence hospital." Boyce Shawn answered.

Armand Bernie had just walked out through the door. He turned around and noticed that the huge

words of Benevolence hospital were in neon light at the outpatient department. Wasn’t here where Ms.

Leslie hospitalized.

"Where is he?" He asked as he moved his lips.

"He is in the operating room.” Boyce was puzzled, "What's the matter with you?"

Armand didn’t say anything special but just telling him that he would be there to find him before

hanging up the phone.

Armand returned to the hospital and found the operation room using the instruction map. Boyce sat on

the seat in the corridor and there were a few bodyguards standing on the side. He came over with a

long stride, "What's the situation now?"

Boyce adjusted his position when Armand approached and said, "Sit down first then I will tell you."

Armand sat down.

"The doctor said he nearly dies from the wound which was only two millimetres away from the heart

and he’s now still in the operating room at the moment," Boyce said.

"Why wouldn’t this son of a bitch die?" Armand snarled.

"If he really dies then Matthew Nelson would be the murderer. I think Mrs. Nelson is the only one who is

clear-headed," Boyce said.

"Actually it can be settled." Armand still insisted that Sampson Hebert should have been beaten to

death.

If there was money, then there was power. Why money was that important?

Because money could buy things.

So, the power came after money.

Not to mention the power of Matthew’s uncle’s family, the truth could be covered up.

Boyce thought that Armand was too agitated now and felt pointless to talk to him anymore, so he

stopped speaking to give him a chance to calm down. Boyce underestimated Armand’s anger.

The corridor was silent at that time, which was quite awkward.

"How long has it been and how come it's still not done?" Armand said impatiently.

"What if you go back first?" Boyce glance at him.

From how angry he was, he could tell that even if Sampson’s operation was successful, he might still

be beaten to death by Armand!

Armand made up his decision, "No."

Boyce frowned as he wondered how could he be that stubborn.

"Boyce, how could I not be angry since this fellow slapped my grandmother?" Armand gave a fierce

stare.

He could feel his rage inside.

Sampson was indeed a bastard as he bit an elderly.

"A mentally ill psychologist is much more terrifying than the ordinary people," Boyce said.

The operating room lights turned off at that moment, and after a while, the door of the operating room

slid open. There was the doctor with Sampson who was pushed out came after him.

"The operation was successful, but he still needs a long time to recover as his organ was wounded and

of course, this would give an impact on his life span..." the doctor said as he removed his mask.

"This brute should not be alive!" Armand stopped off and interrupted the doctor before he could

complete his sentence.

The doctor was irritated that he was being interrupted.

"If you don't want him to stay alive, why did you send him here then?" He said with a deep frown.

The doctor was relieved that the operation was successful, but what Armand said discouraged him.

"I am from B city. I’m here to trace the suspect and this person was shot by me when he was trying to

escape. He is actually a human trafficker, so my colleague is furious and wasn’t aware of what he said I

hope you do not mind," Boyce said.

When the doctor knew that he was not just a criminal but a human trafficker, the happiness of

performing the operation successfully vanished.

"Human traffickers should die," He said angrily.

Boyce faked an accusation of being a hateful ‘human trafficker’ against Sampson.

"Send him to the ward first," Boyce waved his hand and told his subordinates to take action.

After knowing Boyce’s identity, the physician could understand and would be happy to cooperate with

them.

Armand approached the doctor and rested his arm on his shoulder as he asked, "Are there any

precautions?"

"After a surgery, as long as his mood doesn’t fluctuate, he would be safe." He did not explain

thoroughly after knowing that Sampson was a suspect.

"Doctor." Armand leaned over and said quietly, "Will he die if I slap him?"

In dread, the doctor took a step back and coughed gently, " As long as you don't rip out those tubes on

him, a small superficial wound won’t kill him."

"Oh." Armand nodded and stroked the doctor's shoulder as he said, "Thank you."

Armand turned around and proceeded to the ward. The doctor shivered as he looked at Armand’s back

as if he expected what Armand would do after he got in the ward.

To avoid getting into trouble, the doctor immediately turned around and left.

The nurse was recording Sampson’s vital signs as he entered the ward.

Armand stepped aside and asked, "When is he going to wake up?" Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Three hours later." The nurse finished recording the last item and explained the precautions, "Now that

the patient has just had the surgery, try not to move him. If you need any help, you may just call the

doctor at any time."

"Got it." Before Boyce could open his mouth, Armand spoke up first.

The nurse glanced at him, took the records, and turned around to left.

The door of the ward closed, Armand walked towards the bed as he was staring gloomily at the person

lying on the bed and clenched his fingers so tight until they clucked.

Boyce felt that something bad might happen and came up to stop him, "Don't be that impulsive."

"I'm not impulsive as the doctor said a superficial wound won’t kill him,” As Armand tried to free himself

from Boyce, Boyce threw his arms around his neck as, "I'm also so upset that I would like to stab at

him. How dare he smacked Ms. Leslie, his life doesn’t matter, but Armand, look, he is still in a coma. If

you beat him, does it hurt?"

Armand’s eyes blinked. "Is it impossible to feel pain if he is in a coma?"

"How can you experience pain while you're in a coma?" Boyce felt like Armand was asking a silly

question.

"However, I can't bear with this." Armand exhaled swiftly in rage.

"Wait for him to recover. You can torture him in any way you want." Boyce persisted in his persuasion.

Armand stared at Boyce and he instantly understood Boyce’s intention. He said as he sneered, "Is he

scared of causing him to die?"

Boyce was speechless.

"At least now he can't die, but later, I don't know," Boyce replied calmly, "Think, Sampson was found

guilty in a case and what he did was considered as a jailbreak. He was now doubly guilty, after he is

back, he will be locked up, and with me being there, you can just do whatever you want to him "

He agreed with what he said after some thoughts.

"Think about how humiliating it was to be slapped. Why don’t you wait for him to wake up then you

humiliate him?" Boyce continued to say.

Armand glanced at the unconscious Sampson, it would be in vain if he scolded him and slapped him as

he couldn’t feel anything.

"All right, for your sake, I’ll wait for him to get well first." Armand calmed down, "Please let me go."

"I’ll never forget what he had done to Ms. Leslie," Boyce stroked his shoulder.

He patted his chest as he said that.

"Then I'm leaving," Armand said and touched his shoulder with his.

"Sure."

After Armand departed, Boyce walked to the bed and swept a chilly gaze at the person lying on the bed

who couldn't move. If this guy was awake, he had to beat him up first!

But, since Ms. Leslie was OK, he pulled out his cell phone and called Dolores to speak with her about

the matter with Sampson.

Dolores was in the hotel.

Dolores had just given the two children a good bath and helped them put on pyjamas. After the good

bath, which made her feel comfortable, Simona was jumping on the bed. This time Samuel did not

mind her being so childish and was playing with her 'crazily' on the bed. He was able to solve his

Rubik's cube so he was in a good mood, and was willing to have fun crazily with her sister.

Dolores couldn't help but smiled as she watched them playing happily with each other.

She was about to go to put the bath towel away when the phone on the table rang.