Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Felix Kendall Escaped
On the other side, Tom stood on the deck at the stern of the ship. In front of him lay the subordinate whom he had just broken the leg and smashed the head.
He snapped a photo and cursed as he sent it, "Damn it, you almost got the whole ship killed!"
His trusted aide Saffron couldn’t help but ask, "Boss, what is the background of this woman surnamed Sinclair? Is she worth using over three hundred hostages for exchange? If we keep these over three hundred hostages in hand, we could get more benefits..."
"You know nothing." Sam shot him a glare, "The woman isn’t important, it’s the person who wants her here that’s important..."
Thinking of Declan Pierce’s mad tactics, Tom shivered and kicked the unconscious subordinate on the ground again.
Tom: "Drag him down, treat him, and throw him onto the second boat. From now on this idiot stays in the village and plantation! Listen up everyone, treat that woman surnamed Sinclair like an ancestor. Even if you break your arms or legs, not a hair can be harmed on her head!"
Across the ocean.
The ward was incredibly silent, with only the sound of the pen gliding over sketch paper.
Jasper Monroe pushed the door open and saw Declan Pierce resting against the headboard, engrossed in drawing.
He slightly raised his eyebrows, stepped his long legs in, and stood aside to watch for a while.
Declan Pierce was drawing Tanya Sinclair.
But this time, not an elusive silhouette; he was drawing Tanya Sinclair beside him, her brows and eyes curved, full of gentle smiles.
Jasper Monroe squinted his eyes, thinking that someone like Declan Pierce, even just drawing, could achieve fame.
What a pity...
Declan Pierce’s hand holding the pen suddenly tightened, and the next second he turned his head abruptly and coughed up blood, without dirtying the sketch at all.
Jasper Monroe followed with a tense look: "Declan..."
Declan Pierce closed his eyes to ease himself, first placing the sketch on the bedside table, then finally gave Jasper Monroe a look.
"What are you nervous about? Afraid I’ll die?"
Jasper Monroe’s taut shoulders slightly relaxed, he adjusted his glasses and said indifferently, "Disasters last a thousand years, you’re not that easy to die."
"I promised her to live to a ripe old age." Declan Pierce had no strength, tossing the pen casually onto the table. It seemed that a few short sentences had already drained his energy.
He mocked with a twitch of his lips, "Will’s medicine works well, skipping a day makes me a bit uncomfortable."
The surgery was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, and before that, Declan Pierce had to stop the medication.
Jasper Monroe glanced at his face as pale as paper, pursed his lips.
Declan Pierce glanced at Jasper Monroe, with his usual laid-back demeanor, lazily sneering, "What kind of look is that? Falling for me?"
Jasper Monroe slowly said, "I just think, if the world missed you, it would be a lot duller."
Both publicly and privately, he hoped Declan Pierce could survive.
Since birth, he was cultivated by the Monroe Family as an heir, every second of his life meticulously planned, everyone entering his life needing family screening and prearrangement.
The only exception was Declan Pierce...
They were evenly matched opponents, also mutually exploiting confidants.
Declan Pierce clearly wasn’t one for sentimentality, he curled his lip, "Spare me this crap. I’m not the interruption in your endlessly boring life, say what you have to say, otherwise hurry up and leave. Don’t hold up my sketching."
Jasper Monroe saw his hand trembling uncontrollably but didn’t reveal it.
He made his intention clear: "The Kendall Family reached out to me, hoping I’d help exert pressure on the military government over there. To get Felix Kendall out."
Declan Pierce drowsily closed his eyes, not engaging.
Just as Jasper Monroe was about to lose patience, Declan Pierce faintly spoke, "What do you think, of Felix Kendall?"
"..." Jasper Monroe paused slightly, his tone flat, "Among those young men from that kind of family background, he’s a rare one with integrity, guts, and ability. Not bad."
Jasper Monroe rarely praises people, "not bad" was already a high compliment.
Declan Pierce curled his lip, hadn’t finished speaking, started coughing again.
He lifted his hand to wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, the blood-streak in his lips, originally pale to distortion, was increasingly glaringly striking.
"If you can say ’not bad’, seems he might make her a little happier..."
Jasper Monroe frowned, "Declan, are you thinking of having Tanya stay with someone else?"
Declan Pierce coolly glanced at him, "Stay with? I’m just magnanimous enough to give him a chance to get close to Tanya."
Jasper Monroe observed the bedridden Declan Pierce, feeling more and more he was a mystery.
"You love Tanya Sinclair so much, and now you’re willingly pushing her towards someone else? Don’t forget, she risked her life going to Gralen Island, half of it was because of you."
Declan Pierce looked at the picture beside him, Tanya Sinclair on the paper with gentle brows and eyes, he curled his lip, his fingers lightly stroking over it.
"If you just liked me a little..."
But she loves him.
Tanya Sinclair’s love is always given with bold fervor.
He knew Tanya Sinclair through two lifetimes, knew her too well.
She loves him and feels guilty towards him, then for the rest of her life, her existence would be wasted on someone like him.
He wanted to support her to brighter skies, achieve her ideals, let her obtain earthly happiness.
He wanted to be Tanya Sinclair’s ladder to heaven, not the shackle that binds her.
That’s his difference from Vincent Hawthorne.
Declan Pierce grew weaker, even the frequency of his blinking slowed slightly.
"Tomorrow, Tanya will be landing on the island. For the Kendall Family, you can say..."
Before Declan Pierce could finish, there was a knock on the door of the ward, followed by Janne Hayes’ voice outside.
"President Pierce, there’s an urgent matter. May I come in?"
"Come in."
Janne Hayes pushed the door open, saw Jasper Monroe, nodded, "Mr. Monroe."
He hesitated, unsure if he should speak, Declan Pierce lazily said, "Just say it."
"Yes." Janne Hayes then solemnly reported, "According to the news from Pyralis, Felix Kendall has escaped..."
