Slumdog Billionaire Husband
Chapter 290

Chapter 290 I Am Not a Bad Person

Three days flashed soon.

Lots of Watchmen searched around Washington for three days. Finally, a report was sent to the headquarters of Night Watch.

"Gerald Kenneth, the former Watchman No. 0, fought against two super experts, Dylan and Gordon, three days ago. Dylan died, and Gordon was seriously injured. The latter is now under our control. Gerald used Death Storm and fled with serious injuries. He is missing."

The Watchman failed to replace where Gerald was. They had no way but to submit a report after three days of search, just like three years ago.

Gerald had been in a coma for three days. He was quite unconscious.

All of a sudden, he regained his senses

He felt pain.

A sharp pain hit him.

The unbearable pain made him slowly open his eyes.

A room made of cement came into Gerald's sight. With pink curtains and some furniture that had been whitewashed, the room was decorated warmly Although it was a simple room, Gerald could tell that the owner of it didn't treat it casually

The bed he was lying on seemed a little hard.

There was a desk beside the bed. Gerald saw a girl in a school uniform with a ponytail sitting at it. A rustling sound was heard as she did homework

Gerald's gaze then landed on his right hand. He had an intravenous drip. He wondered what the fluid in the bottle was.

Gerald wanted to move his body but failed. He ached all over.

Moreover, he felt as if he was about to starve to death. He tried his best to make a sound, "Hey..."

The girl, who was doing her homework, turned to look at Gerald immediately.

A pretty and youthful face leaped into Gerald's eyes.

Without any makeup on her face, Gerald could see the girl's fair skin clearly. As her hair was neatly combed back, her smooth forehead was revealed. Even though Gerald had seen many beautiful women, he could not help but be amazed by her.

When the girl noticed Gerald's gaze, she was delighted and ran out of the room. She shouted, "Dad, he woke up." Soon, there came footsteps. A middle-aged man in plain clothes rushed in. As he ran, there were wood chips falling. After seeing that Gerald was awake, he said to the girl with a happy expression, "Stay here and look. after him. I'll go to Dr. Doyle."

The girl hurriedly said, "OK!"

After hearing the girl's words, her father left hastily.

The girl carefully walked towards Gerald. With only her and Gerald in the room, the girl seemed to be a little

scared.

She couldn't help being afraid of Gerald.

The scene when Gerald was brought home by her father lingered in her mind. Back then, Gerald's clothes were bloodstained and damaged. He seemed to be soaked in blood, and his face was pale. What was more, her father held two knives in his hand.

The girl was shocked and kept wondering who Gerald was.

Fortunately, although Gerald occupied her room, he had been in a coma. So, the girl didn't fear that he would

hurt her

However, Gerald woke up. She could not help but feel scared when being alone in the room with him.

Gerald looked at the girl and tried hard to say, "I

I am hungry

The girl was startled. Although she was scared, she hurriedly said, "Do you want to have oatmeal? Hold on a

second.

As she said, she ran out of the room. After a while, she came back with a plate. She looked around, picked up

a stool, and sat down next to Gerald.

Then, she took a small spoon and began to feed Gerald

As she did so, she fixed her eyes on Gerald in case the latter would attack her

Without any communication between them, the girl fed Gerald slowly.

Gerald didn't know how long it had been after he finished the oatmeal.

The girl was shilly-shallied as she asked, "Are you still hungry?"

Gerald nodded.

"I see. I'll get you another bowl of oatmeal," the girl said and left the room.

It took Gerald a long time to finish the meal as he ate slowly. Although the girl was still on the alert, she was patient.

Just as Gerald ate, he heard a conversation coming from outside.

A female and serious voice sounded, "I suggest you call the police. The young man is not an ordinary person Have you seen others like him before? He had two knives with him, and he was badly injured. What if he is a

criminal?"

"I see, but I don't think it's a wise idea to call the police. If he is caught, his accomplices won't let me off

easily. My daughter is just in her first year of high school..." there came an old male voice.

The woman replied, "You shouldn't have saved him."

The male voice sounded once more, "He was in an extremely bad condition. I can't see him die in front of me. I hope that he can recover and leave here as soon as possible." Gerald found out why he was here.

Obviously, the middle-aged man was a kind person. He was moved with compassion and saved Gerald, but he had many scruples. He didn't want to cause too much trouble. He just wanted to live a steady life "You are always like this. If you had stopped being a sticky beak, your wife wouldn't have abandoned you," the

woman said.

The man fell silent. After a while, he said, "The only thing on my mind now is to live a peaceful life with my daughter. I hope that she can finish school smoothly."

As they talked, they walked closer to the door. Then, they stopped speaking tacitly and entered the room.

The woman was an ordinary middle-aged woman, who was a little bloated. When she walked into the room, she glanced at the girl who was feeding Gerald. Then, she gave Gerald a vigilant look. Without a word, she came closer to Gerald, lifted the quilt, and began to handle his wounds carefully

Not long after, a strong surprise flashed through her eyes. She muttered, "What a strong self-healing ability!"

Gerald recovered a little bit after eating two bowls of oatmeal. He looked around the quiet room.

The woman, Camilla Doyle, was a doctor She untied the gauze on Gerald's body and began to apply the new medicine to Gerald's wounds. The girl turned her back on Gerald, and the latter took the chance to look her father up and down.

The middle-aged man was not strong, and he was only about 5.6 feet tall. He had dark skin and short hair.

Half of his hair was white

The man stood at the door with a tangled face.

Just then, Gerald took the initiative to speak, "I am not a bad person."

He knew what these people were worried about.

After all, few people would have knives like him in modern times.

Hearing Gerald's words, Camilla, who was applying medicine to Gerald, paused for a while. Then, she continued without saying anything else.

Without a word, she finished the work carefully. It seemed that she cared nothing but dealing with Gerald's wounds.

It was deadly silent in the room. Gerald couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

He even wanted to ask them to call the police.

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However, he changed his mind at the thought of what he probably needed to do. Although the police wouldn't arrest him, he would have to answer loads of questions. Gerald considered for a while and decided not to say so.

Camilla finished changing the medicine after more than half an hour. She quietly glanced at Gerald, straightened herself up, and left. She did not talk to Gerald, as if the latter was a troublesome person. "Dr. Doyle, I will send you away," the middle-aged man hurriedly said.

As they went outside, Camilla said with a sincere expression, "Don't believe what that young man said. Listen, he was hurt by special knives. None of the bad people will admit that they are evil. As soon as he can move, you'd better let him go."

The man's voice was heard, "I see. Thank you. I will pay you for the medicine later I have sold several items, and I can have money soon."