Desires Die Hard

Worried About Your Brother

Cohen had known it as the police of Mount Nieder went up the mountain to investigate the missing of his master.

Cohen wasn't in a panic or fear when he knew it. On the contrary, he was excited as if he was holding all the high cards.

He decided to use it to put Evan on the spot.

Doesn't Evan always brag about how capable he is?

I'd like to see how he would prove he has nothing to do with the kidnapping!

Cohen sneered as he read the message on his phone. He then immediately deleted it before he closed his eyes, waiting for Anya.

About half an hour later.

By the time Cohen started to dehydrate due to the fever, Anya and Minta arrived.

When they walked into Cohen's office, they saw Cohen lying on the couch with a pale face and chapped lips. Anya couldn't help asking Sam, the assistant who followed them in, "Why didn't you send him to the hospital?"

"Mr. Olson said he would wait for you first," Sam said in a low voice.

Sam sighed helplessly.

He didn't think Cohen's self-harming would work because he didn't believe Anya would cheat on Evan.

"He will be ended up with serious dehydration. Send him to the hospital now!" Anya said to Sam as she threw a glance at Cohen.

"Okay. But let me ask him first," Sam replied as he dared not to call the shots.

He was afraid Cohen would blame him after the fever left.

"What?" Anya felt it was unbelievable that Sam had to ask a patient who had a serious fever if he'd like to go to the hospital.

"It'll be alright. Just let him ask," Minta spoke.

Minta didn't want Anya to show too much concern for Cohen who was obsessing on Anya.

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Sam walked to Cohen and asked in a low voice, "Would you like me to send you to the hospital, Mr. Olson?"

Cohen still remembered his intention although he was in a daze. So, he said weakly, "No. Show her the photos."

Sam was speechless.

He was left with no choice.

Sighing, Sam turned around and said, "Mrs. Welton, Mr. Olson doesn't want to go to the hospital. He asked me to give you the photos. Could you come to persuade him? He's in a daze.

"Mrs. Welton, please?"

Anya looked to Cohen who was lying on the couch, looking weak.

Anya was hesitating.

Although Cohen had a fever because of Anya, Anya wasn't sure if it was a good idea to look after him.

"Mrs. Welton?" Sam knew Anya was hesitating as she was standing there still.

Sam reminded Anya, "Mr. Olson couldn't wait."

"Okay." Anya sighed.

Anya walked to Cohen and saw his face had turned to blue.

Cohen was seriously ill.

Anya didn't care if it would ruin her reputation as she had to save Cohen first.

"Sam, get the car. We need to send him to the hospital now!" Anya said as she went to get some water.

Seeing that, Minta had a brainwave not to let Anya have physical contact with Cohen. She walked over and was about to take the cup from Anya. "Leave it to me, Anya. I used to be an army field medic, so I know how to take care of a patient."

"Okay," Anya agreed, as a veteran was better than a newbie.

Anya immediately gave the cup to Minta.

Minta took it over and went to feed Cohen.

Cohen was about to knock the cup over when he saw Minta not Anya in a daze.

But good thing was that Minta was a good fighter.

Cohen wasn't her match.

Soon, Cohen was subdued. "Mr. Olson, Anya's married, so it is inappropriate for her to look after you. I know you're suffering from fever because of her, so I'm here to look after you. Drink the water and we will send you to the hospital."

Cohen glared at Minta, but he had to drink the water.

Cohen clenched his hands into fists with anger as Minta had ruined his plan.

"It's not a big deal, Anya. Don't worry about him." Minta turned to say to Anya after she fed some water to Cohen.

"Okay. Can you help him to get up? We're sending him to the hospital," Anya said. She trusted Minta. If Minta said it wasn't a big deal, then it wasn't a big deal.

Minta nodded. Raising her arms, Minta said, "Look at my muscles. I was in the army, you know."

Anya nodded again. "Would you need my help?"

"It's fine. I used to carry a man way heavier than him," Minta said as she held Cohen up.

Cohen was slightly struggling to push Minta away.

Minta pressed his hands with a backhand grappling.

Cohen had to be motionless. Grinding his teeth, Cohen said intermittently, "Ms. Hester, you're strong."

"You'd better not to speak, Mr. Olson." Minta smiled. She got a little closer to him and whispered, "Mr. Olson, Anya is deeply in love with my brother, so it's time for you to stop crying out for the moon."

Cohen suppressed the dizziness and smiled. "I think you ... should worry about ... your brother. I'm afraid ... he will be ... summoned by the police after he lands."