Old Mr. Alston remained expressionless, and in his murky eyes, there was a suppressed complexity of emotions. It seemed like hatred, like infatuation, colliding furiously. Similar! Too similar! Looking at the photo, it was about seventy to eighty percent similar. Seeing her in real life, it felt even more like Diana Brown, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, appearing vividly in front of him. "Mr. Alston, may I ask what brings you here?" The nurse was knocked out and fell in the corner. Jessica could only rely on herself and adapt to the situation. Clearly, the visitor was unfriendly! Inside the sick ward, she dared not move, fearing that any slight movement would result in bullets being fired at her. Tension was in the air. She fumbled under the quilt, and found Mr. Marcus' phone, trembling with fear of being discovered. It took all her composure to dial the number. "Jessica, Miss Jessica..." Mr. Alston spoke slowly, his sharp eyes fixed on her face, revealing a deep hatred.
Raymond nodded, opened the car door, and tried to push Henry out. At such a fast speed, pushing a child out of the car would give him n chance to survive. Raymond and Florence knew this, but to avoid being implicated, they had to sacrifice Henry. Unfortunately, they miscalculated! "Go to DC Avenue, immediately!" Henry pointed his gun at Raymond's forehead, smiling brightly. "Option 1, live. Option 2, die. Which one do you choose?" "Don't mess around!" Raymond screamed. "Push him out, he's scary. This is a toy gun!" Henry turned around and shot a bullet next to Florence. There was no gunshot sound, but the seat cushion had a big hole in it. A smirk appeared on Henry's lip as he elegantly said, "A toy gun, huh? Should I try shooting you in the head?" "No!" Florence fearfully stared at the hole. "Raymond, listen to him." Raymond closed the car door again, turned the car around, and drove towards the DC Highway. It must be said, these two were the most inexperienced and unlucky k
"Drive to the intersection up ahead and immediately make a U-turn, understood?" Henry said. Raymond's pupils shrank in fear. "A U-turn? That's facing them head-on?" This was suicidal behavior, and Raymond shook his head fearfully. But Henry said in a solemn voice, "Trust me!" Raymond looked deeply at Henry, feeling like he wanted to cry. He thought today was the unluckiest day of his life. If he ever saw this kid again, he would keep his distance. Florence, who had gone from excitement to pale in the face, and Raymond gritted their teeth. Raymond was brave enough to admit that he was timid, but along the way, this kid had taken down three cars and over a dozen assassins. He believed in him. If they were lucky, they could escape this nightmare of a day. Henry took a deep breath. He wasn't fearless, holding a gun for the first time, shooting for the first time. He had no idea if he could aim accurately. It was a gamble! His luck had always been good! The car suddenly turned around
"If you dare, go ahead and shoot!" Jessica raised her eyes and said coldly. Jessica had always been a strong and assertive presence since she was young. She refused to believe that Old Mr. Alston would shoot in the hospital. "What's the use of just talking? Do you think I'm someone who can be scared? Old Mr. Alston, you are brutal. You are cruel. You're not qualified to be a father, and even less qualified to be Marcus's father. If I were him, I would have gone to court a long time ago to request severing the father-son relationship with you." "You..." Old Mr. Alston's face turned red as Jessica's provocations choked him with anger. He wanted nothing more than to dismember this audacious girl. "Alright, alright, alright! You're good with words. I want to see how long you can keep from crying!" He was convinced that their son had probably been killed by now! Narrowing her eyes, Jessica coldly chuckled, "You mentioned my son, didn't you? Do you think anyone can harm even a single hair
Marcus swiftly answered, his eyebrows raising higher in surprise. Antonio was reporting his son's achievements, describing them as if he were there himself. If Marcus knew that Antonio had been monitoring the whole scene, he would surely be furious. "How is this possible?" Old Mr. Alston's voice suddenly escalated. "This can't be!" He simply couldn't believe that a child, a seven-year-old child, had single-handedly eliminated the twenty assassins he had sent, leaving not a single survivor. What kind of scene was that? He could hardly imagine it. Old Mr. Alston had dominated his entire life and had never heard of such a miraculous event. In a situation like this, most seven-year-old children would just cry. How could anyone escape the pursuit of twenty professional killers? This was impossible! Jessica saw the starkly different reactions of the father and son and knew that her son was safe. The tightness in her heart was finally released. Marcus hung up the phone and smiled at Jes
"Don't worry, there won't be a next time!" Marcus confidently stated, a hint of hostility flickering across his icy gaze. If there was a next time, he wouldn't have to be polite and considerate. Dennis was an example of what would happen! Knowing Old Mr. Alston, Marcus knew that the next move would be to control his marriage! It was ridiculous! Well, it was for the best. At least Henry's crisis was resolved. It wasn't fortunate like this every time. Although he won through this fierce battle! "Henry, I think you should move back home. You only moved in with him for a day and look what happened. If you stayed a few more days, would you even still be alive?" Jessica teased, patting her son's tender face. "Shouldn't you consider my suggestion?" Marcus pursed his lips. Was this what he wanted? Even if he didn't move back, he would still be chased and killed. These two things weren't necessarily connected, were they? Henry shook his head and leaned in, affectionately hugging Marcus. W
Hospital, early morning. Jessica had the nurse take her downstairs to get some fresh air early in the morning. Lying in bed all day was boring. The past few years had been too busy. She had gotten used to a fast-paced life. Suddenly having free time felt uncomfortable, as if a part of her life had been forcibly taken away. The greens in the garden outside the hospital were well-maintained. Many patients were walking or sunbathing downstairs, old and young. From their faces, she saw signs of suffering, as well as serene calmness. The most eye-catching was a pair of twin boys playing with a small soccer ball in the garden. They were around seven or eight years old, similar in age to Henry. They looked adorable, like little dolls, slightly clumsy in their movements, displaying the characteristic slowness of children. Their faces were rosy from running around, looking pink and tender, incredibly cute. Their mother smiled as she watched the two children frolic, occasionally reminding th
Jessica wasn't afraid of her cunning or the power behind her. And she could casually spout a series of infuriating words. Crystal was used to being in control her whole life and couldn't bear this kind of frustration. "Miss Crystal!" Just when she was about to explode with anger, Jessica said calmly, "Instead of talking to me here, why don't you confront Marcus about this? After all, he is the key to this matter, isn't he?" The root of this matter was Marcus himself, and Crystal was too confused about the situation! "I will find Marcus. Don't be arrogant. Even if you give birth to his son, you still won't be able to enter the Smith family." Crystal calmed her anger, saying arrogantly. With the support of her father and Marcus's father, she would not lose. Marcus must know that Old Mr. Alston has already talked to her father about their marriage, he did not deny it, didn't he implicitly acknowledge this marriage? She won't lose! "Who cares!" Jessica sneered coldly. Mr. Marcus has a