Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

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Chapter 877

"Beep... beep...”

The instrument rumbled. Harold slowly opened his eyes.

Larry, with two big dark circles under his eyes, quickly got close to the bed. "D*mn it... You're finally awake. I

thought you were dead."

Harold had just opened his eyes, and he couldn't see anything clearly. However, when he heard Larry's wailing, he

frowned and said in a hoarse voice,"... Shut up."

Larry scolded him, "You heartless son of a b*tch. I've been here with you for three days. Is this how you're supposed

to talk to me?"

"..." Harold said, "Do you want me to kneel down and thank you for your great kindness?"

Larry was speechless.

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"Ask Luke to come in," Harold said wearily.

Larry got up and went out. After a while, he brought back a few doctors in white coats. Before Harold could scold

them, Larry had already taken the initiative. "Why are you looking for Luke? You should let the doctors check on you

first."

The doctor gave Harold a careful examination and breathed a sigh of relief. "Your life is no longer in danger since

you've woken up, but you have to take good care of your gunshot wound. You can't fight with anyone in the near

future. You have to come to the hospital regularly for a check-up."

Harold asked directly, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"Uh." The doctor paused and said implicitly, "With your injury, it will take at least one or two months for you to be

discharged from the hospital."

"I can't wait any longer." Harold said coldly, "Ten days at most."

The doctor was shocked. "No, no! The wound is too close to the heart. You can't be discharged from the hospital so

soon..."

Larry patted the doctor's shoulder and said, "You should go out first. I'll talk to the man who doesn't cherish his life."

The doctor could only sigh and leave.

Larry hooked the chair over using his foot, sat down, crossed his legs, and took out a bullet. "Explain this. Will you?"

Harold didn't even look at him. "Haven't you already guessed it?"

Larry held the bullet tightly in his hand, and the hard brass bullet made his soft palm hurt. He pursed his lips and

said, "What kind of conflict have you had with Antonio to make him point the gun at you?"

In Larry's impression, there was only one person who was particularly fond of Browning M1911. Even if later on,

M1911 released many other models, he still preferred the previous model.

That person was Harold's biological father, Antonio.

"I have too many conflicts with him. Which one are you referring to?"

"I'm asking about the one that makes him think worth killing you."

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Harold raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I don't feel like telling you."

Larry was speechless.

Larry wanted to pick up the chair and smash him to death.

"He didn't want to kill me." Harold said lightly, "Otherwise, with his shooting skills, I wouldn't be lying here alive right

now."

"You're hiding something from me." Larry pointed at Harold and said viciously, "I've already told you that you'd

better not do anything reckless behind my back..."

"Valeri told me not to investigate further. You asked me not to get involved in Nefelibata. Didn't I do it all?" Harold

said coldly.

Larry held a breath in his throat and could not hold it in.

Just as Harold said, he even chose to give up on Crystal to draw a line with Nefelibata, but Larry always felt that

something was wrong.

But he couldn't find any evidence to prove his doubts.

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