Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 951 Better Than An Outsider

On the way to prison from the police station, Atwood asked, "Mr. Donald, were you really unaware of this matter?" Atwood found that to be unlikely. After all, how could someone just disappear into thin air in prison?

She had always relied on Stanford. Other than Stanford and Blithe Donald, no one else could help her.

Plus, was it possible for someone to enter and exit the prison as they pleased?

Atwood couldn't help but get the idea that Blithe was the only person who could get her out of prison.

In return for his question, Blithe only gave him a glimpse and said nothing.

He had no obligation to explain it to Atwood.

He expected that she would go missing, and little did Atwood knew that Blithe was even more eager to figure this matter out than anyone else.

After a while, the car came to a halt. Blithe pretended to be unaware of the case and requested the warden to bring him a particular prisoner.

Upon hearing her name, the warden said, "This woman is sick and she is getting treated in the hospital now." Atwood immediately turned to Blithe, thinking to himself, 'Didn't he say that he was unaware of it?' "Why am I not informed about it?" Blithe asked. For such matters, the wardens would need to seek his approval, but he had never received an application from their side.

'How sick was she? Why must she be treated at other hospitals and not the one in prison?'

He ignored Atwood's questioning gaze and instructed the warden sternly, "Bring me to her now."

"Yes, sir." From Blithe's tone, the warden knew there was trouble.

Hence, the group left the prison. On the way to the hospital, the warden asked, "Mr. Donald, do you really not know about it?"

Blithe squinted, "What do you mean?"

"We have been keeping a close watch on her under your order. She could leave this time because Michael came and handled the matter. We thought that was what you wanted too."

Blithe raised his brows at the revelation. Some time ago, Michael's relative committed a crime, so he went to Blithe and asked for his help. However, Blithe rejected his request because that was quite a serious crime, and Blithe believed that this kind of people should get punished as they deserved.

After the initial discussion, Michael brought the matter up a few times more. Blithe was angered by it and lectured him, "As government officers, we must lead by example. People who have committed crimes and endangered society cannot be let go so easily. Although it's your relative, it's a fact that he committed a crime, and he should be punished for that. We can't let him go just because he's your relative, do you understand?"

Michael did not speak of the matter again after that.

He had been performing his tasks diligently as usual.

'Could it be that he had been hiding his dissatisfaction?'

Blithe's expression turned gloomy.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital, and the warden took them to the woman's ward. As per the protocol, two police officers would be needed to guard a prisoner who was hospitalized to prevent the prisoner from escaping. Sure enough, the warden arranged for all of that. He even came to the hospital to check on it yesterday.

No one was at the door when they arrived at the ward today. The warden went to ask around and he was told that the woman was having a check-up now. The group went to the examination section and again, asked the nurses around about what kind of check-up Lindsay was having.

One of the nurses checked the document and said it was a B-scan ultrasound. Atwood asked more, "What sickness does she have?"

"I'm not sure." As many diseases needed to be determined through a B-scan ultrasound, nothing more was written on the form other than the type of check-up she had. The doctor can only confirm the exact sickness after taking a look at the results.

"Let's go." Blithe said. The most important thing was getting to Lindsay now.

Even until now, he still didn't believe that Lindsay was sick.

When they arrived at the B-scan ultrasound examination ward, they saw the two police officers responsible for watching over Lindsay guarding the door. It made them feel slightly more assured. Fortunately, she was still around. This way, there wouldn't be much trouble.

"When did she go in? It's not done yet?" The warden asked.

"It's been a while. She should be out soon," One of the police officers answered.

At this time, Michael appeared with a bag of food in his hands, which fell to the ground when he caught sight of Blithe. He turned around immediately, wanting to leave the scene, but unfortunately for him, Atwood had seen him and went forward to stop him.

Michael panicked and started to blabber incoherent words, "Mr... Mr. Donald."

Blithe did not reply to him. Instead, he threw Michael a cold gaze.

"Next." At this moment, the nurse from the ward called for the next patient. However, no one had come out of the room yet.

Atwood shoved Michael to the ground and rushed into the examination ward. There were only two doctors who were in charge of the medical check-up there.

The warden, who followed behind Atwood into the room, noticed the scene too. He asked, "Where's the patient just now?"

"Oh, her. She went to the toilet and never came back." The doctors had waited for some time, so they decided to move on to the next patient.

"Block all the exits now," Blithe ordered.

The warden walked out while he spoke on the phone. Atwood rushed out too.

According to the doctor's words, Lindsay wouldn't have much time to escape by now if that was her intention.

However, they couldn't replace her even after three hours of searching.

Michael and the two police officers who were responsible for guarding her were taken to the interrogation room.

"At least one officer needs to be by the prisoner's side if he or she was getting treatment from an external hospital, am I right? Do the both of you not know about it? Why were you guys standing outside?" The two officers turned to look at Michael simultaneously. One of them answered, " He said it was your orders and we do not need to guard her side by side.

Michael, upon knowing that his plan had been exposed, fell to the ground weakly.

He had been working for Blithe for a long time. Blithe trusted Michael a lot, and he never expected such a thing to happen.

It was devastating.

"What's going on? Explain it to me." Blithe's expression was dark. He couldn't get out of this situation easily either. After all, Michael was his subordinate. Blithe sighed, blaming himself for his lack of judgment in choosing the best candidate.

"It's not like I can be released from the punishment after I explain it," Michael replied dully. Truth be told, he didn't expect Lindsay to escape too.

"It'll be worse if you just keep your mouth shut!" Blithe said sternly, "Do you know where she escaped to?"

"I really don't know about that." Michael laughed at himself in mockery, "At this point, I'll tell you guys everything I know."

Now that Michael was in deep trouble himself, he could care less about covering up for Lindsay.

"You better pray that we get to her! If we can't replace her, you'll face the consequences!" Blithe called someone in after he was done speaking to Michael, "Lock him up." Then, he looked at the other two officers, "This is your chance to make up for your mistake. Go and replace her and bring her back."

The pair replied with a yes.

After a day of futile search, Atwood and the police officers went back to the hospital.

When he arrived at Stanford's room, he heard people talking in it. The door wasn't fully shut, and through its slit, he saw Alyssa and Enoch, who was in a wheelchair.

They came to the hospital two days after knowing Stanford was involved in an accident.

If they were truly concerned, they would've come right after getting word of it. After all, it was all over the news that Aegis Security Services, which was acquired was J&Y Group existed only on paper. It lost him billions of dollars.

And he got into the accident because of his terrible mood.

Well, that was what the media reported.

But Stanford was more than clear about how he got into the accident.

"You need to rest after the accident, but we have a problem. Someone else needs to take over and be in charge of the company. What about you get George to help out? Better to trust your own family than an outsider," Enoch had a hidden meaning behind his words. Atwood and Stanford had the closest relationship with each other, and Stanford trusted him the most too. For all the matters that he cannot return to the company to settle himself, he will get Atwood to do it."