Chapter 875: Chapter 875: You Don’t Even Have a Girlfriend...
With a heart full of pain, Sebastian Moore stood up, holding Arnold, and striding through the pouring rain.
As he passed by his confidential secretary, Sebastian Moore looked towards Alice Sutton a hundred meters away and ordered coldly, "Take Alice Sutton away. Don’t let him die so easily!"
"Yes!" The confidential secretary accepted the order and immediately had Alice Sutton lifted up from a hundred meters away.
A few minutes later, in a slightly open area, a light helicopter slowly descended.
Sebastian Moore, holding the unconscious Arnold and accompanied by the comatose Mark, boarded the light helicopter one after the other and flew towards M Country together.
Meanwhile, Silas and the others took the severely injured Alice Sutton, who was on the brink of death, through the forest under the torrential rain to board another helicopter heading for M Country...
Upon returning to M Country, Alice Sutton was immediately taken to the military hospital for emergency treatment.
After the rescue, with his life barely saved, the still-unconscious Alice Sutton was once again imprisoned, taken care of by the doctors and nurses from the prison.
When Alice Sutton wakes up, what awaits him is the judgment of the law.
Similarly sent to the military hospital for rescue and carefully cared for by doctors and nurses, Mark woke up from his coma two days later.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Mark saw Silas guarding by his bedside.
Seeing Mark awake, Silas immediately asked, "Boss, you’re awake?"
"Yes." Mark nodded, looked at Silas guarding by his bedside, and asked, "Where’s Arnold? Where is she now?"
Silas looked at Mark and truthfully replied, "I don’t know."
Before Mark could say anything, Silas continued, "In the forest, the chief took Arnold away, and even you were brought back early by the confidential secretary."
"When we came back with Alice Sutton in custody, Arnold was already in surgery... We stayed behind to take care of you, and we are unclear about Arnold’s situation. I heard that the chief took her home to recuperate."
Mark nodded, finally feeling relieved.
With the chief taking care of Arnold personally, she must be doing well, right? Is her eye okay?
Silas looked at Mark with a gossipy expression and asked, "Boss, Arnold disguised herself as a man to join our unit, is it for you?"
Mark’s gaze turned cold as he frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Silas quickly looked down, muttering, "Is it nonsense? But that’s what everyone is saying?"
"What exactly are they saying?" Mark asked softly.
Without thinking, Silas replied directly, "They say Arnold joined the unit because of you, boss. Otherwise, she is a perfectly fine princess with such strong abilities. There was no need to disguise as a man to join our unit. Moreover, Arnold’s usual care for you, boss, is obvious..."
At this point, Silas originally wanted to say more about Arnold’s obvious signs.
But sensing the air thickening around him and the dagger-like gazes falling on him, Silas wisely shut his mouth and awkwardly said, "Boss, rest assured, I don’t believe a word they say! Boss, you’re open and aboveboard with Arnold, how could there be anything?"
After saying this, Silas looked at Mark and asked, "Boss, do you want a drink of water? I’ll get you a glass."
Mark looked at Silas coldly and said icily, "No need, I just want some peace."
"Oh." Silas replied, retreating while saying to Mark, "Then boss, you take some peace. I’ll head out first."
When he reached the door of the ward, Silas reminded, "Boss, I’ll be right outside the ward. If you need anything or want to chat with someone, just call me."
In no time, half a month had passed.
Having been in the hospital for a full half a month, Mark’s body was mostly healed, and in just a few more days, he could be discharged and return home.
This noon, Mark’s mother came to the military hospital to see Mark, and accompanying her was Mark’s cousin, Zoe Thompson.
Cousin Zoe Thompson is the daughter of Mark’s second aunt.
She has a sweet and lovely appearance, a gentle and virtuous personality, and she is undoubtedly a well-bred young lady.
Following Mark’s mother into the ward, Zoe Thompson, with a sweet smile and a flushed face, said, "Brother Mark..."
"Hmm." Mark looked at Zoe Thompson, "Zoe, why are you here too?"
"What do you mean by why is Zoe here too? Can’t Zoe come see you with me?" Before Zoe could say anything, Mark’s mother spoke first.
Mark smiled, "Mom, I didn’t mean that."
After saying this, Mark looked at his mother and Zoe Thompson and invited, "Mom, Zoe, have a seat."
Mark’s mother, Mia Foster, looked at Zoe Thompson and spoke gently, "Zoe, come, sit."
With that, Mrs. Foster pulled Zoe Thompson to sit in front of Mark’s hospital bed.
After sitting down, Mrs. Foster looked at her son and said directly, "Mark, your father and I have decided that once you’re healed, you’ll get engaged to Zoe..."
Hearing Mrs. Foster’s words, Zoe Thompson’s cheeks turned even redder.
She didn’t dare look at Mark’s exceptionally handsome face, shyly lowered her head, and nervously fiddled with her delicate hands.
Mark frowned and interrupted Mrs. Foster before she could finish, "Mom, who told you I was getting engaged?"
"No one told me? Your father and I decided this!" Mrs. Foster’s well-maintained face was full of worry as she looked at Mark and continued earnestly, "Mark, you’re already 28 this year, and not getting married at your age..."
At this point, Mrs. Foster paused and then spoke worryingly, with a hint of exasperation, "Not to mention marriage, you don’t even have a girlfriend!"
Saying this, Mrs. Foster pretended to wipe tears, "We only have you as a son. You neither marry nor date, how can your father and I not be anxious?"
Mark looked helpless, "Mom, didn’t I tell you not to rush this matter?"
"Not rush, not rush, when will you rush?" Mrs. Foster immediately glared, "You’re 28 this year, and you have such a high-risk job..."
Mrs. Foster wiped her tears and opened her mouth to complain, "In any case, if I don’t have a grandson to hold in this lifetime, you are unfilial. Do you understand being unfilial?"
Mark looked at his overly dramatic but incredibly well-acting mother, wishing sincerely to say, "Mom, with your acting skills, it’s such a waste you’re not an actress."
