After listening to Deanna, Logan was silent for a few seconds, as if he had just realized something.
He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, my father and I have already thought of this and made arrangements. You don't need to worry."
"So you have already made arrangements. That puts my mind at ease."
Deanna breathed a sigh of relief.
Logan smiled and then asked with concern, "Has anything happened on your end these past few days? Any strange calls or unfamiliar people?"
Deanna answered truthfully, "No, I haven't encountered any of that."
"That's good. I have to get busy now. Take good care of yourself and the two kids at home. If anything happens, contact me or Samantha. With Lance not here, it's our duty to look after you. Don't hesitate to reach out."
Logan gave a few more reassurances before hanging up the phone.
However, before Deanna could put down her phone, it rang again urgently. It was Brent calling.
Deanna answered immediately and heard Brent's anxious voice.
"Miss, something has happened. A group of trained individuals broke into the villa and stole the special medicine's research information. Mr. Grant tried to retrieve it and was shot seven times."
"What!"
Deanna was shocked, her hand trembling as she held the phone.
She rushed out the door while quickly giving orders, "Take Mr. Grant to the hospital immediately. I'm heading there now. We'll talk when we meet."
With that, she hung up the phone and called out loudly to Sam in the living room, "Get the car ready. I need to go out."
Old Ashley saw her anxious expression and looked over with concern, "Deanna, what's wrong?"
"Grandma, something happened at the villa. I need to go there immediately. I'll explain when I get back."
Deanna didn't have time to elaborate and left with her phone in hand.
On the way, she received a call from Brent informing her that they were heading to the hospital.
Upon receiving the news, Deanna instructed the driver to change direction.
In less than ten minutes, she arrived at the hospital and hurried to the emergency room.
Outside the emergency room, a disheveled Brent saw Deanna approaching and immediately knelt down, full of guilt. "Miss, I'm sorry. I couldn't protect the lab or Mr. Grant."
"Brent, get up."
Deanna quickly helped him up and consoled him, "I know you did your best. Now is not the time to assign blame. How is Mr. Grant?"
Brent lowered his head, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes before he began to choke up. "Mr. Grant's condition is not good. When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor said he had lost a lot of blood, and two bullets hit vital areas. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
He couldn't be saved.
Although Brent didn't finish his sentence, Deanna understood and felt her heart sink. Her hand trembled as she supported Brent.
But she knew this was not the time for panic; she had to stay calm.
"As long as the doctors are still trying, Mr. Grant has a chance to survive. He will be okay."
Deanna reassured Brent while also comforting herself.
Then she shifted her focus and asked, "Besides Mr. Grant, what about the casualties at the villa? Were there any other injured brought here?"
"Besides Mr. Grant and me, everyone else is gone."
Brent spoke with difficulty.
Deanna was so shocked that she almost fell over, but Brent caught her in time.
"Miss, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Deanna waved her hand, but her expression said otherwise.
Brent pretended not to notice and continued, "I've already reported this to the police. They are investigating at the villa now. We should have news soon."
Deanna nodded, her fists clenched tightly as anger surged within her.
She couldn't believe someone dared use guns in Chiaz.
It seemed that last time's disturbance was just a small skirmish; she had underestimated their determination.
Thinking this through, Deanna forced herself to calm down and noticed Brent's untreated wounds. She urged him, "Brent, go get your wounds treated. I'll stay here with Mr. Grant."
"Thank you, Miss."
Brent didn't refuse and limped towards the medical room.
Watching him leave, Deanna's eyes deepened with thoughts unreadable.
At that moment, the emergency room doors opened, and a nurse rushed out. "Who is the family of the injured?"
"I am. How is he?"
Deanna stepped forward urgently.
The nurse pulled out a form and quickly explained, "The patient's condition is critical due to excessive blood loss and several instances of shock. We've managed to stop the bleeding for now, but we need to remove the bullets. Three bullets are in vital areas and could be fatal at any moment. We need you to sign this consent form so the doctors can proceed with full efforts."