Female Novel
Chapter 449
Derek was dragged to the ward by them. Patrick and the others were very determined, with Christina
chasing after them anxiously. Just at this time, Peter also woke up in the ward.
Peter was not in any serious condition, and he just needed to stay in bed and have enough rest. Once
he woke up, it was convenient for them to enquire him about what had happened.
Christina ignored the logic and shouted at them, "What do you want to do?"
She ran to the ward in a hurry, spread out her hands to stop them, raising her head to lock gazes with
Patrick. "Take Derek to the doctor first. He won't run away... He couldn't have hurt Shepherd, it's not
him..."
Patrick looked at her and asked, "Do you believe him that much?"
Christina almost yelled, "Of course I believe him."
Patrick's serious expression froze as if he didn't know what to speak at this moment.
Her affirmative tone denoted that she was so certain.
A sense of annoyance pervaded in his heart. He met her gaze and pinched his lips without saying
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Seeing Christina's stubbornness, Chandler couldn't help but say, "We didn't beat Derek!"
"Originally, we intended to check on the new shareholders of your company and found an address to
an apartment, but unexpectedly, we saw Derek there... His room was smashed into a mess, and he fell
to the ground and was hurt like this..."
Christina's face changed slightly. They didn't beat Derek up...
Chandler's tone became even angrier. "Christina, you believe in Derek, but you should also believe in
us." As he spoke, he glanced at Patrick.
She immediately believed that they had hurt Derek, and she trusted Derek, but she did not trust her
husband at all.
Christina lapsed into silence as she perceived the reproach in Chandler's gaze.
"We brought Derek here only to find out what had happened between Peter and him. We don't have to
do anything to Derek, be it personal or be it public reasons."
Christina listened to his explanation, but she still did not seem to believe it as her expression was
irresolute, her eyes fixed on Derek's wounds scattering all over his body, and his clothes, chest, face,
and long fingers were also stained with blood. She really did not understand who would hurt Derek so
badly.
Chandler rarely behaved with such apathy. He hurled, "We don't know what had happened to him. But
once he enters the ward and we get what we want to know, we will arrange for a doctor to treat him. Is
that okay?" There was an undisguised mockery in his words.
At this moment, Christina felt the detached gaze of Chandler and Charles. She moved to the left and
did not stop them any longer, casting her eyes on Derek.
His breathing was feeble, his handsome face bruised and stained with blood, making him appear even
more morbidly pale.
They dragged him in and the door of the ward closed quickly.
Christina stood stiffly outside the door. She looked at the gradually closed door and instinctively said,
"Don't bully him..."
Patrick, who had stepped into the ward, heard it clearly.
Soon, Charles's angry voice came from the ward...
Christina was stopped by two tall bodyguards outside the door. She could not hear the conversation
inside clearly, but could only vaguely hear Charles roar, "I don't believe it!"
"I don't believe it's such a coincidence. We finally found Derek, but my brother forgot everything."
An old doctor with a white beard said slowly, "Intermittent amnesia..."
"His brain was concussed before, plus the previous mental stimulation, also, the brain cells have not
properly recovered. So it is normal that he fails to remember some things. Don't force the patient..."
Although Shepherd was very weak, he had been injected with nutrition solution in the hospital for a day,
and after resting for a day and a night, he seemed to regain some energy, ashe could recognize
everyone in the ward.
"You, what are you doing..."
Peter's thin and pallid face was written with anger as he scolded his brother, "You... Derek's injury is
more serious than mine. How could you arrest him and beat him up like this!"
Peter knew that his brother was very reckless.
"No!" Charles retorted immediately.
When everyone saw that they were dragging Derek, their first thought was that they had beaten Derek
up.
Charles was always prioritizing his family, so he didn't care who had hurt Derek but kept asking,
"Brother, think carefully. What did Derek tell you at that time? Why did you give him the shares of a
company for no reason? You didn't have a close relationship with him. Did he do anything to you..."
Shepherd coughed in a fury at his fourth brother. "You, shut up!" Looking at Patrick, he got even
angrier. His fourth brother, together with this man from the Hopkins family, was absolutely reckless and
out of control beyond measure.
Peter was older than them, so anyway he was their senior. Now that he saw them messing around, he
angrily grabbed a package of tissues from the bedside cabinet and threw it at his brother.
"Derek is an illegitimate child. He doesn't have a family to back him up. How can you guys hurt him like
this without investigating the truth... Even if I give the shares of my branch company to him, it isn't a
strange thing, since he's capable and he can prosper in the financial world on his own. How can you
compare with him..."
Shepherd spoke too fast and coughed vehemently. "... You guys, take him to the doctor."
Charles was still unresigned with a gloomy face. "Brother, you didn't come home for the new year this
year. You told me on the phone that you met a friend on a business trip abroad. You said that he
needed your help in an urgent matter..."
As he spoke, he looked at Derek with rage burning in his eyes." Derek, my brother has helped you. But
you don't know how to repay a kindness... People like you will never have feelings. We ask you so
many questions, but you won't say a word. All we want now is the truth. My brother has suffered so
much, and we won't let it go. "
"... Tell me, Derek. You must know something. Tell me."
Derek was placed onto a chair, he breathed feebly and could hear the noise in his ear.
He struggled to open his eyes and looked around the ward, but failed to discover any sign of the
person he wanted to see with his blue eyes. He closed his eyes helplessly, ignoring Charles's anxious
question.
Charles was positively infuriated at being ignored like this. "Damn it, even you're autistic, I'll beat you
until you tell us!" He was so angry that he was ready to grab him and punch him.
Derek limply slid down from the chair. Chandler stood beside him and subconsciously reached out to
help him. At this moment, Chandler felt that Derek's pulse was really weak...
Chandler was shocked. "Why is there no pulse..."
Instantly, he shouted to the door, for none of them intended to cost anyone's life, "Find a doctor in..."
Doctors and nurses responding to the emergency aid rushed into the ward. The bearded doctor in the
room was already performing CPR on Derek. Christina pushed the bodyguards away and rushed over.
She stiffly watched the doctors and nurses in white robes bustling around with an anxious expression,
placing Derek on the stretcher, and quickly putting an oxygen mask on him...
"Don't block the way." The doctor shouted at her anxiously.
Christina was pushed aside by the nurses, who spared none of their limbs, and hung up the glucose
infusion for Derek as they wheeled him out.
"His heartbeat is weak. He can't breathe on his own..."
The iron stretcher rolled forward on its busy wheels, with Derek lying flat on it, carried to the casualty
hastily by the doctors and nurses.
Christina looked, deadpan. The next moment, she rushed out and her tears trickled down as she
couldn't smother it any longer.
The doctors, on the other hand, were anxiously shouting instructions at the nurses. One of them was
wearing a stethoscope to check his heartbeats. "Send out a critical condition notice immediately and
contact his family members to sign it. He needs an operation at any time..."
There was a panicking flurry, as the doctors and nurses were busy running up and down, each with an
anxious yet solemn face to save a life.
Christina looked at all this, her body leaning against the cold wall and her heart in a mess.
She felt her lips dry, unable to utter anything.
She watched him suffer such a serious injury with her own eyes as he was about to die in front of her,
but she could do nothing.
Standing straight five meters away, Patrick lip up a cigarette. The smoke enveloped him, only revealing
his impatient profile.
As if there suddenly being a kind of telepathy between them, she turned her head and looked at him as
he did the same at the same time, but both in helpless silence.
Then, Christina turned around and gazed out the window at the dark night sky as he did the same
again.
"Tonight, the moon is full..." Christina suddenly muttered in a low voice.
The moon tonight was very strange. It was the full moon in the middle of a month. There was no
starlight visible in the murky night sky, only a crimson full moon, scarlet as if tinged with blood.