Don't want to be a murderer

Such a vicious person also had a weakness, which was his family. I looked out through the peeping hole. Peter leaned against the door and laughed instead of getting angry. "Kelly, don't you think that you look like a small man intoxicated by success now?" "Anyway, don't try to bully me again. If you continue to bully me, go find your parents." I was still proud. After I found his weakness, Peter was not as terrible as he was. "The widows in your family are really terrible." Peter's face darkened, and he hit my door again. "They're widows, and I'm not. My husband is still alive. Peter, don't think I'm easy to bully. My aunt from the countryside is much fiercer than old Old Madame Brown when she scolds people." The grass was afraid of frost and the frost was afraid of the sun. The wicked would be tortured by the wicked someday. I tried my best to speak in a fierce tone. Unexpectedly, Peter just sneered. "All right. Stop bluffing. I bullied you, didn't I?" "Ha? Who bullied who? You... almost made me..." As I said this, I felt wronged again, and my eyes were full of tears. Peter changed his position and leaned against the door. "You have no conscience to say that. Your hidden weapon is only a centimeter away from my heart. If your hand was crooked, I would die." I was shocked. I touched my chest and whispered, "It's okay. I don't want to be a murderer." "Hey, Kelly, shouldn't you pay for my medical expenses?" What the hell was he talking about? "I don't have money, nor can you kill me. The back of my shoulder blade is broken. We are even! In the future, we will have nothing to do in the future. We will be strangers. Otherwise, I'll call your grandfather." Peter took a deep breath. "How did you grow up since you are so silly? It's really a miracle that you didn't die outside. Come on, I'm in great pain. I'll go back first." As he spoke, he leaned against the wall and walked towards his own ward. I could clearly hear him muttering to himself. "Do you really think I'm afraid of my grandpa?" I quietly opened a crack and said, "Since you're not, why didn't you dare to talk back to Grandma Brown?" After that, I immediately closed the door. "Kelly, you need to be taught a lesson, don't you?" "I won't listen." I went back to the bed and lay down. I didn't forget to cover my head tightly. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the sound of conversation and opened my eyes in a daze. Carroll was wearing a set of blue pajamas. He was leaning against the sofa with his legs crossed and his eyes closed as he played with the sandalwood bracelet in his hand. His thick eyelashes were like the feathers of a crow in winter. With the regular trembling of his breath, he looked charming. Jason put a pile of documents on the tea table in front of him and lowered his voice. "Mr. Carroll, Young Madam met Peter today." He stopped playing with the bracelet with his hands, raised his eyelids, and asked in a cold voice, "Is Peter here?" "Yes, he was poked by Young Madam with a bronze hairpin and beaten by you. His spleen is injured and he has traumas. I guess he will be staying in the hospital for some days." Jason's voice grew louder and louder as he spoke. He was extremely excited. It wasn't until Carroll gave him a warning look that he lowered his voice back to the satisfying voice. "I'm sorry, Mr. Carroll. I forgot that Madam is sleeping." "Transfer Peter to another hospital." Carroll glanced at me, who was still lying on the bed, out of the corner of his eye. He was relieved when he saw that I was motionless. The sandalwood bracelet twisted regularly in his hand, and the smooth surface was emitting a strange black light. Jason thought for a moment and replied, "He booked the opposite ward for 20 years. It won't be so easy to ask him to transfer to another hospital." "Then carry him out. In short, don't let him get close to her." Carroll got up and placed his bracelet on a stack of documents. "I'm going to rest. You can go back." "Alright, I'll deal with Peter tomorrow." Jason respectfully left. My chest was uncomfortable because of the big goose, and I unconsciously twisted my body. "I knew that you woke up." Carroll laughed. He laid down on my side, pulling me into his embrace from the goose. Ah, he made me feel more comfortable! I stretched and greedily enjoyed his body temperature. "How did you know? I didn't move." "The adults see through the child's trick at a glance. Did you run into Peter today?" Carroll reached out his hand to pick up the goose, and then he accurately tossed it onto the couch. At this point, the pores on my left body could finally breathe normally. "I saw him, but I got his sore spot." I raised my head and happened to see the beard on his chin. Suddenly, I was in high spirits. "Did you know that? Today, your grandma is here. She stood in the ward and scolded him, saying that she was going to find his grandfather." "As for me, I was not afraid of him. I said that if he wanted to bully me again, I would call his grandfather. By the way, Mr. Carroll, can you send me his grandfather's phone number?" Carroll was speechless. "Mr. Carroll?" I stretched out my left hand and poked his chin. "Did you fall asleep?" "Tomorrow, you follow Jason and ask for Mr. Garcia's phone number. When Peter changes to another hospital, you can take care of yourself here quietly." It seemed that Carroll was very tired, and his tone was more or less filled with the helplessness that he had no choice but to reply to me. I knew when to shut my mouth, but I couldn't figure out a problem. How much did Peter spend on booking the ward for 20 years? Carroll's breathing became heavier and heavier. I quietly took out my phone under the pillow and turned on the calculator. The door that could match up to Mr. Carroll's ward should be at the SVIP level, right? Then, I quickly pressed on the calculator, "18888*365*20". It was... I was shocked. Ten, a hundred... ten million, a hundred million dollars? I couldn't believe my eyes, so I held my breath and checked again. There were really nine numbers. The hospital belonged to Mr. Carroll, so he earned the money. What if Peter lost his temper and didn't book the ward anymore? If Peter didn't spend money here, would Carroll go bankrupt? I didn't think there were many people in this hospital. The business shouldn't be very good, right? No, how could he let Peter leave? If he wanted someone to leave, I would leave. As I was thinking about how to speak to Carroll, the phone in my hand was pulled out by a big hand. "Mr. Carroll, didn't you sleep?" I got up from his body and massaged his shoulders with a flattering face. Carroll turned over and enjoyed my service with great interest. "There must be a reason why you flatter me. Just say it." "Well..." I stopped what I was doing and blinked my eyes. "Why don't you let Peter stay in this hospital? Let me leave the hospital and go home to recuperate." "So, were you thinking about how much money he could bring to me?" Carroll looked at the number on the screen and said blandly as if it didn't matter. "More than 100 million dollars. If he leaves, you'll lose more than 100 million dollars. It's not worth it. If someone has to leave, I'll leave. I'll leave the hospital and let him live here." If he added money, they should bring him the food from Cheuk Restaurant. This was the kind of treatment that customers should enjoy.