Chapter 319 Spit All Over Him
"Who knocked you out?"
"I don't know. I didn't even see it coming—just felt a sharp pain at the back of my head, then I went down. Next thing I knew, I woke up just now."
"What about the stuff you were holding? Wasn't it supposed to be delivered to the private room?" The boss's tone was urgent, as if he wanted to pry open the man's skull and see what was inside.
"I..." The man couldn't remember.
Finn watched, growing impatient and cutting in. "Forget it. There's no point pushing him now—it's useless."
"Let's check the surveillance footage first to see who tampered with it."
This person definitely wasn't working alone. One person couldn't pull this off so seamlessly.
"I left for about ten minutes to use the bathroom tonight. Could it have been then?"
The surveillance room manager hesitated to speak up, knowing that if this got investigated, he'd be the one in trouble.
Finn's expression darkened as he looked at the boss. "Is this what you call tight security?"
"Didn't you claim that just anyone couldn't get in here? Someone came in and poisoned people like it was nothing, and you're telling me just anyone can't get in?"
"Don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of this. Just give me some time."
"Give you time so they can get further away?"
"Half an hour tops—no, twenty minutes. I'll call a staff meeting." The boss was fairly cooperative, so Finn didn't push too hard. He watched coldly as the boss gathered the employees for a meeting outside the surveillance room. About ten minutes later, someone came in holding an address.
"The manager said that because it's peak season and we're short-staffed, she hired two decent students from the Media College as part-timers. When we just called the meeting, those two didn't show up, so I'm guessing it might be them. Here's the address."
Finn glanced at the address and handed it to his people to investigate. "Until we get to the bottom of this, none of you are leaving here."
"No problem. There are rest areas inside."
After speaking, Finn took his people to an apartment complex near the Media College, trying to find these two students.
Unfortunately, when they arrived, the place was empty—not a trace of anyone having lived there.
"They ran?"
"Not ran—they never lived here in the first place."
"Go to the Media College." Finn headed straight to the dean's office and showed him the photos.
The dean said these two people weren't in the school's system.
They'd hit a dead end.
At the hospital, Thalia and Angelina were lying in the same room, with Fallon and servants watching over them constantly.
When Finn called to explain the situation, William's expression turned as dark as the calm before a storm.
"Keep investigating. Get James Harrison here."
Finn thought to himself that once William found out who was behind this, they wouldn't survive James's hands.
Others might not know, but Finn knew perfectly well—James used to be the head of a bounty hunter organization. After a chance encounter, William recruited him, and he'd been managing William's overseas operations for years. Calling him back now meant William was getting serious.
"Ugh..."
"Mrs. Brown!" Fallon's cry startled William.
Thalia had just woken up and was leaning over the bed, vomiting violently. Fallon didn't even have time to get the trash can over.
William rushed over in a few strides, half-supporting Thalia's shoulder and patting her back.
His tone was urgent. "Go get a doctor."
Fallon didn't dare delay and immediately went to find a doctor.
In the hospital room, Thalia's vomiting continued in waves. William stood by the bed as the vomit landed on his shiny shoes in clumps—dirty and hard to look at.
During a break in her heaving, Thalia reached out to push him away. "It's dirty."
"It doesn't matter. Feeling better?"
The question only made it worse—Thalia started again.
The vomiting continued in waves. She couldn't change position in time and threw up on William's shoes.
The man didn't seem to mind, not even sparing an extra glance.
It wasn't until Amara rushed in with the doctor and saw the vomit on William's perfectly pressed suit pants and once-shiny shoes that she froze.
In her memory, William was someone with extremely high standards for life. In Vaughn's words, he'd been a neat freak since childhood—he wouldn't allow anyone to touch his room or bookshelf arrangements.
Fortunately, Vaughn was well-educated and had always respected his lifestyle habits.
This habit continued even after Amara and her mother arrived.
To avoid unnecessary conflicts, William had moved out early on.
What he told them was that he was worried about different living habits.
"What are you standing there for?" William's cold, angry voice rang out. Amara snapped back to attention, nearly scared into kneeling.
She pushed her colleague.
The colleague finally came to his senses too.
"Vomiting is actually good. In this situation, the worry is if they don't vomit. Vomiting helps the digestive system expel the toxins faster."
"Really?"
"Really." How would he dare lie to him? William was an investor in their hospital!
Without William's substantial annual funding, how many of their hospital's research projects would have to shut down?
As soon as the doctor left, Fallon came in with William's clothes. "Mr. Brown, fresh clothes."
"Watch Thalia."
Amara watched William enter the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water came from the suite's bathroom.
Compared to Angelina, Thalia's condition was much better. When she became slightly conscious the next morning, she saw someone lying on the hospital room sofa. William was covered with a thin blanket brought from Mistwood Hill, wearing the clean clothes he'd changed into yesterday.
The original double room had also been changed to a single.
Thalia became slightly more alert. After having an IV all night, she now really needed to use the bathroom.
She sat up, supporting herself, and reached for the IV bag, nearly falling off the bed.
A loud crash woke the man lying on the sofa.
"What's wrong?"
Thalia looked at William with an embarrassed expression, finding it hard to speak.
"Need the bathroom?"
Thalia made a sound of agreement.
"Why didn't you call me?"
"Too embarrassed." She'd wanted to call him, but thinking about throwing up all over him last night, she couldn't lower her proud head.
"You don't have shame when you should and have it when you shouldn't. What am I supposed to say about you?"
"You don't understand."
Usually she could be proud because William hadn't seen her in such a miserable state.
Now it was different.
She had something to be embarrassed about.
"What don't I understand?"
"Bathroom, hurry up." Thalia changed the subject, urging him.
William held the IV bag in one hand and supported Thalia's bottom with the other, lifting her from the bed like carrying a baby.
"What shame? From now on, I'll be helping you to the bathroom anyway."
Thalia's hand, which had been around his neck, covered the man's mouth.
With one hand getting an IV and the other covering William's mouth, Thalia nearly fell in a moment of carelessness.