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Chapter 161: Thirteen Hall Has Killed Someone
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
When Clarence woke up, someone happened to be wiping his face.
The woman smiled and tucked her long black hair back when she saw Clarence waking up. âYouâre awake.â
âCecilia, why am I here?â Clarence reached out and smacked himself on the head.
The ceiling was above him, and he was lying in a hospital bed.
There were flowers and fruits on the table beside him.
The room was clean. It was probably a premium ward in the hospital.
âJulian sent the flowers. He came to visit you. He went home after making sure you were alright,â Cecilia explained flatly.
âJeremy came over too. He brought his sister to see you.
âJohnson also came and paid for your hospital bills.
âGunther stayed in Thirteen Hall to help Master Williams. So many people are concerned about you after your fainting.â
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âWhatâs the matter?â Clarence looked at Cecilia in confusion.
Cecilia shook her head. âI shouldnât keep this from you,â she said. âYour ex-wife came too. She brought you the fruit basket.â
She pointed to the basket of fruits beside him.
Clarence smiled a noncommittal smile. âGot it.â
âAre you happy?â
Cecilia looked at Clarence somewhat angrily. âIâve been here taking care of you for two days and two nights.
âYet look at how happy you got when you heard that your ex-wife only came to visit you once and just gave you a basket of fruits.
âHow ungrateful!â
Feeling a little embarrassed, Clarence touched his head.
âAhem, Cecilia, thatâs not what I meant. Iâm very grateful to you,â Clarence spoke earnestly.
âHaha...â
Cecilia chuckled and tapped Clarence on the forehead. âIâm just kidding.
âI do believe youâre grateful. I looked after you when you fainted. I comforted you when you got divorced, and I helped you run Thirteen Hall.
âThereâs no way you still think about your ex-wife.
âI canât be wrong about people!
âIâm going to pursue you slowly, and youâll fall for me sooner or later.â
As she spoke, Cecilia spread out her delicate fingers before confidently curling them into a fist, indicating she had Clarence in the palm of her hand.
âUh...â
Clarenceâs head hurt a little, and he quickly changed the subject. âBy the way, what happened to the girl I saved?â
Cecilia handed Clarence the fruit she peeled. âNothing serious. She just had a shock.
âDonât do such a dangerous thing again next time. Wouldnât I be widowed if you die?â
Clarenceâs head hurt. He admitted Cecilia treated him better than Miranda did.
Besides, with her looks and figure, Cecilia was definitely a good woman.
However, he felt a little strange.
He immediately continued the topic. âCecilia, Iâd better discharge. Iâve been in a coma for two days. Master Williams canât handle Thirteen Hall alone.â
Cecilia muttered, âItâs even more than that.
âItâs a mess.â
âWhat happened?â Clarence looked at Cecilia in doubt.
Cecilia frowned. âI donât know why, but weâve had a dozen times more patients at Thirteen Hall these past two days.
âMaster Williams has had a lot on his plate. There have been seven or eight medical incidents in Thirteen Hall in just two days.
âThere were about a dozen other times we had trouble with thugs. If it werenât for Julian, Thirteen Hall wouldâve gone down long ago.â
Clarenceâs eyes narrowed, and the look in them deepened a little.
Something had to be wrong when things seemed unusual.
âHas someone started going after Thirteen Hall?
âIs it the people from the consortium behind Emmett?
âOr is Selina behind this?â
Clarence got up and jumped off the bed. âLetâs go, Cecilia. Letâs get me discharged.â
An hour later, Clarence arrived at Thirteen Hall. Sure enough, Thirteen Hall was full of people, and there were even two long queues on the road outside.
Clarence glanced at them and realized that most of them only had a common cold; some were not even sick.
Why were they queuing up for medical treatment when they were not sick?
Were they not looking for trouble?
Clarence was just about to enter Thirteen Hall when he heard a cry from inside. âThey killed someone! They killed someone!â
âWhat happened?â
âSomeoneâs dead?â
âWhatâs going on?â
âWhat else could it be? Thirteen Hall has killed someone!â
The people outside rushed over and headed into Thirteen Hall. They took pictures with their phones, posted to Facebook, and tweeted about it.
A woman sat down on the ground, crying and shouting. âDear! Dear, why did you have to leave so soon?
âYou only had a common cold. You would have been fine if you had just gone to the hospital for an injection.
âBut you just had to come to Thirteen Hall, and the quack here killed you.
âHow am I going to live on my own?â
The woman bawled her eyes out as she shook the body of the man lying on the ground.
Master Williamsâs face was pale as he explained feebly. âI... Itâs really got nothing to do with me. I had just started consulting him.
âHow could he die before treatment even began?
âDid your husband have any other diseases?â Master Williams asked quickly.
The womanâs eyes were red. âMy husband was in good health. He could have sex with me five times a week.
âHe worked out every day and had a physical examination every year. How could he possibly have some disease?
âIt has to be you. You killed my husband!â
The woman insisted that it was Master Williams who had killed him.
Master Williams did not know what to do. The man on the ground was dead. He was not breathing, and his heart had stopped beating.
Master Williams stumbled and slumped sadly into his chair. âIâve saved lives all my life. Am I going to ruin my reputation today?â
âWhat happened?â
Just then, a voice rang out, and Clarence and Cecilia finally made their way through the crowd into Thirteen Hall.
Master Williams looked like he had seen his guardian angel when he saw Clarence. âMaster Howard!â
âWhatâs going on?â Clarence asked with a frown.
Master Williams paled. âI killed someone.â
Clarence frowned deeply. âAre you sure you killed him?â
Master Williams froze.
The woman on the floor yelled at Clarence. âWho else could have killed him, if not Thirteen Hall?
âMy husband was in good health and could have sex with me four or five times a week.
âHe worked out and had never experienced any serious illnesses. I take him to the hospital for an examination every year. Look.â
The woman held up the physical examination report in her hand as if it was evidence. âThese are my husbandâs physical examination reports for the last few years. There was nothing wrong with him.
âHe had been having a cold these past few days, so he came to Thirteen Hall for treatment. This old man prescribed my husband some medicine yesterday.
âWe came back for a follow-up examination today. Within three minutes, my husband was dead.
âArenât you the ones who killed him?â The womanâs hands gesticulated wildly as if she was insane.
Clarence looked at the physical examination reports in the womanâs hand and smiled. âInteresting.
âWhy did you bring so many yearsâ worth of physical examination reports if youâre only consulting for a minor cold?â
Clarenceâs voice deepened, and he asked meaningfully, âDid you know your husband was going to die?â
The womanâs expression changed, and her tone became a little urgent. âWhat.... What are you talking about?â