Chapter 770 It Could Be Kathleen
Before returning to the hospital, the butler took a detour to the mansion and packed some of Nicholas’ toiletries.
After dinner and some rest, Tessa helped Nicholas wash up by bringing a basin of lukewarm water to wipe down his body.
As much as she was abashed, her heart ached even more. When she saw the blood-stained gauzes, it got her eyes red-rimmed again.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Not really. It’s not as bad anymore.” He didn’t want her to put all her attention on his injuries, so he urged, “It’s getting late. Go on and get some rest. You’ve had a long day.”
Tessa nodded in response. She was indeed spent after a day of fright and panic. Nicholas was staying in a VIP ward, so a companion bed came with it. After a quick clean-up, Tessa lay on the other bed.
“You have to call me if anything, alright? Don’t push yourself,” she exhorted worriedly before tucking in.
“I will.”
It was only after receiving Nicholas’ promise that Tessa drifted off to sleep.
Silence filled the space as the night got darker, but suddenly, the door to the ward was opened, and a tall figure entered.
“Who’s there?” Nicholas shot his eyes open warily almost as soon as the person came in, emitting malevolence.
“It’s me, boss.” The dark figure stood deferentially in the middle of the ward.
Only then did Nicholas realize it was his subordinate. With that, he tucked away his hostility and asked gravely, “What is it?”
“Mr. Jackson sent me to investigate your accident,” the subordinate answered in a low voice. “As such, I’ve come to report what I’ve discovered. Someone deliberately cut the spotlight’s wire.”
Unsurprisingly, Nicholas turned grim upon hearing so. Turns out the accident was no accident at all.
“Did you find out who’s behind this?”
“I’ve kept my eyes on the managing director, but he found nothing from their surveillance cameras. Also, because there were many stagehands and the venue’s structure is rather complicated, no one can be sure who did it,” The subordinate answered honestly, rendering Nicholas grimmer.
Clearly, this accident was aimed at Tessa. After all, he had gone to the concert hall on the spur of the moment. Even now, as he lay on the hospital bed, he still dared not imagine what would’ve become of his beloved Tessa if he hadn’t coincidentally appeared. Hence, this matter couldn’t end just like this.
“Since there are a lot of people, check those who have been near the spotlights. Investigate every single one of them. I want an answer latest by tomorrow noon!” Nicholas ordered with no room for negotiation.
The air in the room even dropped a few degrees at this point. Evidently, Nicholas was livid.
“I’ve already gotten the others to monitor the lighting technicians,” answered the subordinate after a nod, not daring to be snub.
Nicholas nodded with satisfaction. Then, a hint of hostility flashed across his eyes as something hit him. “There’s a woman named Kathleen in the orchestra. She often fights with Tessa. Have someone keep a close eye on her!”
He had a feeling this could’ve been Kathleen’s doing. After all, that woman had a history of harming Tessa.
“Yes, boss.” The subordinate nodded in acknowledgment before leaving.
After the door closed, Nicholas turned his head at the young woman fast asleep with Gregory in her arms, looking at her as his gaze turned icier by the second.
It was so close. Tessa was so close to getting hurt right in front of my eyes. The notion made him infuriated.
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When morning came, Tessa asked Hathaway for a leave of absence as soon as she woke up.
After all, she wasn’t comfortable leaving Nicholas alone in the hospital, and Hathaway naturally approved of the leave.
Just like that, Tessa stayed in the hospital and cared for Nicholas.
Gregory stayed in the hospital too, never once kicking up a fuss. He was on his best behavior.
More than that, he would even help Tessa with anything within his capability, such as pouring water and washing the fruits.
Sometime later, Hathaway came bearing supplements.
“How are you feeling today, Mr. Sawyer?” she asked with concern while looking at the bed-ridden Nicholas.
“Not too bad.” His gaze was distant.
However, Hathaway wasn’t bothered. She turned to Tessa and said, “Since Mr. Sawyer’s injured, you should just stay here and take care of him for the next few days. You can return a few days before the concert.”
