Chapter 780 Collusion
Earlier.
Caroline finally contacted the lawyer Carlo, and went to the hospital with him to visit Nia.
Of course, the bus arrived.
Carlo's theory is that last week he was in a hurry to deliver a contract to a client, so he parked his car in a non-parking area. Later, the car was towed away by the traffic police. Recently, he can only take a ride. Buses, sometimes even motorcycles.
Carlo kept talking in front of Caroline about how unreasonable the traffic police's behavior was, and then went on to talk about how crude the country's justice system was.
What should I say?
You are talking eloquently...but you don't understand? Caroline only felt that she saw a small-bellied chicken, as if she was bargaining with the butcher in the vegetable market, but failed in the end, just like an aunt who defeated a rooster.
When they got in the car, it was Carlo who paid for it, but Caroline didn't think this guy had any so-called gentlemanly demeanor at all - he should have paid the bill when he was in the cafe.
How much is a trip worth?
"Oh! Poor Nia! Forgive me for not knowing your situation until now! I should have arrived earlier!"
Carlo saw Nia lying on the hospital bed. He walked to Nia's side almost without thinking, knelt down in front of the hospital bed, held Nia's withered hand in his hands, pressed it against his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, Sentimental and crying, "You used to be so beautiful, why did you become like this? God is so unfair! Oh... you should have let me know earlier, why didn't you let me know?"
Nia seemed to be moved by the man's deep affection. Perhaps she was also recalling everything she had with this man, and her deep-set eye sockets began to become moist.
Caroline once thought that Nia's tears should have dried up after being hospitalized.
But in the end, she was moved to tears by such a man's almost disgusting words... Couldn't Nia see at all that Carlo's performance was so hard? How could a man whom I hadn't seen for several years, or even more than ten years, be like this?
Or is it that the disease has completely swallowed up Nia's shrewdness and reason, making her even more ignorant than any ignorant woman?
Caroline opened her mouth, and even her eyes revealed her disdain for Carlo. She hoped that Nia could see her actions, but Nia's eyes never left Carlo.
Caroline didn't know if Nia wanted to remember this man's face forever at this time. However, she didn't say anything she wanted to remind Nia in the end.
She closed the door and sat alone on a chair outside the ward, leaving Carlo a chance for Nia to show off. God, for the sake of this commission fee, I hope this man can be gentle until the end.
"Why do I care about this kind of thing?"
Caroline suddenly shook her head mockingly.
Feeling a little bored, she looked around the corridor of the inpatient department and found that there were actually quite a lot of people... They all had relatives who were hospitalized here, right?
Her thoughts were a little messy, so Caroline simply took out her phone and started scrolling through Moments and Twitter to kill time. I wonder what the conversation between Nia and Carlo was like in the ward?
She sent a message to Livia, but after waiting for a while, Livia did not reply. She made another call, and it turned out that Livia had turned off her phone.
Livia said that she would also leave and live outside for a while. She should have left now, right?
Although this guy was in the sex business in the district, Caroline knew very well that Livia had a boyfriend outside without telling her, and he seemed to be a college student.
Livia, this fool, would even quietly leave a portion of the money every month to subsidize this man’s tuition and living expenses.
Maybe, she went to her boyfriend's place.
Caroline thought about it and fell asleep.
She sat in a dream.
In the dream, she was an angel, and her wings were not the pure white of angels in the Bible, but gray.
Her wings were folded and wrapped around her body, unable to fly, so her body began to fall from the sky.
But she could never touch the ground, she just kept falling down, seemingly without end.
She couldn't speak, she could only keep her falling posture, her body was like a stone statue, and she felt like a soul imprisoned in the statue.
At some point, another version of herself appeared in front of Caroline.
They have exactly the same appearance, except that the other person has no wings and is no different from his ordinary self.
She was also falling, at the same speed as herself, and her eyes were always on the same horizontal line as herself... She felt like she was looking into a mirror.
The two of them just looked down, falling to the ground, but they were still looking at each other with their eyes open. Caroline still couldn't speak. She had never been so anxious.
But the other person moved—the other self moved. There was a slight smile on her face, a strange smile that made Caroline panic after just one look.
The other party moved.
This guy who looked exactly like me moved. While falling, the other party stretched out his palm, slowly stretched it towards him, and finally placed his palm under his abdomen.
She opened her mouth without making any sound, but her mouth shape was constantly changing, and she was obviously saying something.
"I took it."
"What?"
The earth below was suddenly swallowed up by darkness. The darkness was like ink dripping on a tissue, quickly climbing up into the sky, eventually dyeing the bright sky black.
Caroline felt pain, a lot of pain.
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The reason for the pain was that the mobile hospital bed being pushed by the doctors and nurses was moving quickly through the narrow corridor, and the wheels at the foot of the hospital bed ran directly over the soles of Caroline's feet... It didn't hurt. That's weird.
Caroline woke up with a start in pain, glanced hatefully at the distant hospital bed, and quickly took off her shoes. There was a red mark on her foot, and she didn't know if a bone was injured.
Why are you so unlucky today?
Caroline sighed and slowly rubbed the soles of her feet. At this time, the door to the ward in front suddenly opened, and Carol walked out expressionlessly. He frowned when he saw Caroline who was still sitting here.
"Have you settled the matter? Where is Nia?" Caroline had no choice but to ask.
Carlo said calmly: "She finally fell asleep. You'd better not wake her up... By the way, do you have time? I want to talk to you about something."
Caroline's intuition might not be a good thing, but she still endured the pain in her feet, put on her shoes, and followed the man to a relatively quiet place - the elevated floor of the hospital's inpatient department, where patients could breathe.
Caroline limped along, and Carlo showed no intention of supporting her.
This old man, who could still vaguely see the handsome appearance of his youth, took out a crumpled soft-packed cigarette from his suit pocket, picked one and started smoking.
Caroline said impatiently: "If you have anything to do, just tell me. If nothing happens, I have to leave. It's too late."
Night was her working time, so naturally she would just talk to avoid it if it was too late. She just didn't like being with this old man, it reminded her of Nia.
It was completely different from the time of despair. It was filled with a strange spirit, as if it had seen hope.
"You are also a prostitute." Carlo exhaled smoke slowly, "Nia told me something about you."
Caroline crossed her chest and looked at the other person, frowning and said: "If you have anything to do, just tell me."
Carlo turned around and leaned against the railing, with his back to the city's night lights, "Nia entrusted me to sell her house, and the remuneration has been negotiated. But she still has one condition."
"I'm not involved in real estate matters." Caroline shook her head...that kind of thing was too troublesome and thankless, and she had no reason to help.
Carlo said with a faint smile at this time: "Are you really not going to participate? Even if the property is sold, you can get 10% of the wealth?"
Caroline was startled.
Carlo explained: "Nia did entrust me, but she also entrusted you as her agent."
After saying that, Carlo sneered, "This woman obviously doesn't trust me."
Thinking of Carlo's behavior in the ward, Caroline also sneered and said: "It's weird that I would believe you. It's really disgusting."
"It's just for the sake of money." Carlo shrugged: "If she is willing to give me money, even if she lets me kiss her feet right away. And you, who have always insisted on visiting Nia in the hospital, don't you also Not with some purpose?”
Caroline Yaoyao was unwilling to talk too much with this man. Nia was willing to give herself 10% of the proceeds from the sale, which, to be honest, surprised her.
Is this... considered a reward for visiting me these days?
Perhaps, as the old man said, she had expected something from the very beginning - because she knew that Nia had no children or relatives.
But later on, that kind of thought became indifferent without realizing it. As for when it disappeared, even Caroline herself couldn't tell.
"Is that all? If nothing happens, I'm leaving." Caroline turned around directly... Maybe she should wait for Nia to wake up and talk to her about this matter.
Nia was a light sleeper and her illness was taking its toll on her, so Caroline figured she wouldn't have to wait long.
"10% is too little, but what if it becomes 50%?" Carlo's voice came from behind, full of an unprecedented charm.
Caroline looked back subconsciously and saw the old man chewing on the half-smoked cigarette, putting his hands in his trouser pockets, and facing her with a smile that Caroline hated very much.
This smile is like that of the pimp who brought him into the business, introduced himself to his first customer, and completed his first business in his life.
"What did you say?"
Carlo walked towards Caroline, "I think Nia's condition is really bad, don't you think? She can't be saved, and she won't be saved. Why should we waste our wealth on this? Expensive surgery? And the surgery may not be effective? Tell me, instead of investing the money in the hospital, why not invest it in my pocket?"
Every time Carlo said something, Caroline's breathing couldn't help but become faster.
Carol suddenly reached out and lifted Carolyn's chin, "With this money, your and my lives will become better, right? And all you and I need to do is weave a beautiful lie. That's it. You know? A house in the West District can be sold for a price you can't imagine. That's a fortune you can't necessarily make by sleeping with hundreds of men."
"Scum!"
Caroline hit Carlo hard in the face and left angrily.
Carol was not angry at all, but raised her voice behind Carolyn: "Think about it carefully, as long as you nod your head, you can get a fortune. Nia can't live, is it worth it? ?”
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Houses in the West End can indeed be sold for sky-high prices. Caroline doesn't even know how Nia earned the money to buy such a house.
Surgery...are you really not going back to Nia? The doctor did say that Nia's condition was so bad that surgery was just a last-ditch effort, and the chance of success was not high. It was more likely to hasten death—or die during the operation.
Why entrust me?
It seems that he has noticed Carlo's hypocrisy, so he is worried... After all, Nia is already a dying person and is very suspicious. It is conceivable that no one will believe her.
Aren't you afraid that I will...
How much can a house in the West District be sold for...
No matter how much it can be sold, it is not a luxurious villa, and it cannot be as rich as her huge bank card...
But until the situation is clarified, this wealth cannot be used arbitrarily.
After thinking about it, Caroline didn't know when she came to the door of Nia's ward, put her hand on the door lock, and was about to push it open, but in vain.
The hand... didn't seem to want to push the door open.
She felt as if there was a pair of eyes watching her from behind... Carlo's eyes. Caroline turned around suddenly, but there was nothing behind her, just the gray-white walls of the hospital corridor.
Suddenly there was a sound of crying from the right. A woman was lying on the moving hospital bed, crying and unwilling to get off... The sheet of the hospital bed had covered the face of the person lying on it, and Caroline knew what this meant.
She remembered that this was the mobile hospital bed that had run over her not long ago.
"I'm sorry, the operation failed." The doctor seemed to be able to say only some pale and useless words.
It seemed that she had heard this sentence many, many years ago...when her father was shot during a gang fight.
Death...
Caroline's face was pale and she felt a little difficult to breathe. Her hand suddenly released the lock on the door, and she felt helpless, holding on to the wall of the corridor, just wanting to stay away from this place.
Whether it's Nia, the crying woman in front, or Carlo who may still be smoking on the elevated floor...stay away.
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After a moment of silence in the VIP room, Song Haoran heard footsteps again - walking towards the door.
Click, the sound of opening the door.
An old man with gray hair and a somewhat slovenly appearance...probably in his sixties.
The old man was obviously very frightened. Maybe he had seen Song Haoran slit the gangster's throat, so he was frightened... But obviously because it was the gangster who was killed, the old man had the courage to show up.
"You...are you really the person sent to rescue?" The old man was not only frightened, but also extremely suspicious.
Song Haoran said calmly: "Let's not talk about it for now. There is a bomb installed here. I will take you away as soon as possible."
"Bomb!" the old man exclaimed.
"It's enough to completely destroy this place. It's very dangerous." Song Haoran nodded, "Stop talking about it now. I'll take you to the exit. You leave first. I will also find the remote control of the bomb next."
Song Haoran glanced at the old man quickly, but he was searching his memory... His memory has always been very good, especially after getting the Sun God Badge, he seemed to be developing into a master of memory.
Therefore, he had long memorized the information of many important figures in this country, their appearance, and their origins... As for this old man, he was also among the information he memorized.
French, a doctor from the National Academy of Sciences in the field of aerospace... is also one of the only remaining researchers from the country's rocket launch explosion a long time ago.
Why is this old man in such a good mood to come to this place to listen to the concert?
And it’s still in the VIP room... (End of chapter)