Chapter 244: So Frantic They Even Hit Themselves

Chapter 244: Chapter 244: So Frantic They Even Hit Themselves

In the hallway outside the hospital room.

Keith Sterling followed Sienna Everett out, wanting to hear about the surveillance footage.

The restaurant manager, his face clouded with worry, asked apprehensively, "Miss Everett, Master Sterling, how is Mr. Forrester now? Is he injured anywhere?"

Sienna Everett didn’t reveal the true situation, only saying vaguely, "He’s in the hospital room now. His injuries aren’t life-threatening."

The restaurant manager heaved a huge sigh of relief upon hearing this. ’Thank goodness he’s okay!’

’If something really had happened to Mr. Forrester, it would have been a huge disaster. The repercussions would have been too widespread!’

However, the restaurant manager was very curious. The relationship between Sienna Everett and Mr. Forrester seemed quite unusual.

Mr. Forrester hadn’t just saved Sienna Everett right away, but now Sienna Everett was staying at the hospital specifically to be with the injured Mr. Forrester. ’What is their relationship?’

Curious as he was, the restaurant manager didn’t dare to ask rashly.

Sienna Everett continued, "Have you found anything on the surveillance footage?"

"Miss Everett, after you gave the instructions yesterday, I had my people check the surveillance footage, but..." The restaurant manager frowned, then paused before continuing, "I don’t know what happened, but starting from 6:10 PM yesterday, our restaurant’s surveillance system suddenly broke. It stopped running and didn’t record a thing..."

’Six in the evening?’

Sienna Everett thought back. That was about the time she had arrived at the restaurant.

’Such a coincidence?’

’Someone obviously did this on purpose.’

"The surveillance system broke?" Keith Sterling looked incredulous. "That’s too much of a coincidence, isn’t it? So convenient it’s suspicious."

A cold sweat broke out on the restaurant manager’s forehead, and he nodded repeatedly. "It’s not normal at all. So after I found out the surveillance system was broken, I asked the staff to recall the situation at the time, and it just so happens a waitress took a picture of a suspicious person."

"A suspicious person? Where’s the photo?" Keith Sterling immediately pressed.

"Right here. I brought it with me." The manager quickly pulled out his phone and brought up the photo from his album.

Sienna Everett and Keith Sterling looked down. The photo seemed to be a candid shot and was very blurry. It showed a man in a black baseball cap, with only his chin and half his face faintly visible.

The restaurant manager explained, "The waitress was slacking off at the time, not doing her job. She was using her phone to take pictures of the scenery outside the restaurant and happened to capture this man in the baseball cap. This man was also here to eat, but he requested a private room for just himself. When a server went to deliver his food, they discovered he wasn’t in the room and had been gone for a while. Thinking back on it now, it’s a bit strange."

Sienna Everett’s gaze sharpened. ’When I went to the restroom yesterday, someone locked the door from the outside.’ ℯℯ𝘭.

Sienna Everett glanced at Keith Sterling.

Keith Sterling understood immediately and said to the restaurant manager, "Send me this photo."

’I need to have someone find out who this man in the baseball cap is.’

After the restaurant manager left, Keith Sterling looked at Sienna Everett beside him and asked suspiciously, "Sierra, when my brother and I came to find you at the restaurant yesterday, why weren’t you in the private room? We found you in the first-floor lobby instead."

Sienna Everett replied, "I went to the restroom. Just as I walked in, I heard a noise outside. I turned to push the door and found it was locked. I had to kick the door down to get out."

"Holy crap, that happened too?" Keith Sterling’s eyebrows knitted together. "I’ll get someone on this photo of the man in the black baseball cap right away. As long as we find him, we should be able to figure out what really happened."

Sienna Everett nodded. For now, it was all they could do.

The two returned to the hospital room, where Master Forrester was sitting by the bed, keeping watch.

But Julian Forrester still lay with his eyes quietly closed. Only the sound of his shallow breathing could be heard; there was no other response, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

From morning to afternoon, the hospital director and doctors came by several times to check Julian Forrester’s various vital signs.

The results were stable, which was good, but he showed no signs of waking up.

Sienna Everett glanced at the time. It was already past three in the afternoon. Nearly twenty hours had passed since Julian Forrester fell unconscious last night.

The director and several doctors consulted for a moment, then spoke cautiously, "To the patient’s family, Mr. Forrester’s vital signs are very stable. This is the best news we could hope for at the moment. It indicates that his body is gradually recovering, and he..."

The director then went on, spouting a lot of technical jargon.

Keith Sterling was completely lost, so he just cut to the most important question: "So when exactly is my brother going to wake up?"

Master Forrester was also anxious, staring at the director with an eager, pleading look.

In that instant, the director felt immense pressure. He chose his words carefully before speaking: "When Mr. Forrester will wake up depends on the specific situation. We doctors will continue to monitor his condition at all times."

Sienna Everett naturally understood the director’s unspoken meaning.

’Not even the doctors can predict when Julian Forrester will wake up.’

Keith Sterling was frantic with worry, but this wasn’t a problem that could be solved by panicking. This was already the best hospital in the city, if not the entire country.

Besides, his brother’s vital signs were fine, everything was normal, but he was just in a coma and wouldn’t wake up.

’Wait!’

A terrifying phrase suddenly popped into Keith Sterling’s mind: a vegetative state...

’My brother isn’t going to end up in a vegetative state, is he?!’

’No, no, no!’ Keith Sterling quickly slapped himself across the face. ’What am I thinking! Jinx, jinx, don’t say it!’

’My brother is tough and lucky. He’ll definitely wake up soon!’

Seeing Keith Sterling suddenly slap himself, Master Forrester was stunned. "Keith, what are you doing?"

Mr. and Mrs. Sterling were also stunned.

Keith Sterling shook his head repeatedly. "It’s nothing, nothing! I’m just praying for my brother!"

Mr. and Mrs. Sterling exchanged a look. ’What kind of strange prayer method is that?’

’Has our son gone stupid?’

Mr. Sterling thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "It’s not surprising. The two of them have always been as close as brothers. It’s only normal for Keith to be worried seeing Julian unconscious like this."

Mrs. Sterling sighed. "Honestly, that Keith. How can he get so worried he even hits himself?"

Mr. Sterling consoled her, "Don’t worry. Keith’s brain hasn’t worked too well since he was a child."

Mrs. Sterling nodded. "You’re right. He was never a bright kid."

Keith Sterling, who overheard this conversation: "..."

’I’m your biological son, Mom and Dad!’

’This shattered bond of kinship is beyond saving!’

’So it’s true! They must have gotten me for free when they topped up their phone credit!’

A short while later, Sienna Everett received a call from Ian Prescott, who said he was coming to visit Julian Forrester.

Along with Ian Prescott, Javier Prescott came as well.

Master Forrester had been a dominant force in the business world for many years in his youth, so he naturally knew of the renowned Prescott family and had heard of the brothers, Javier and Ian Prescott.

Facing Master Forrester, the previous head of the Forrester family, Javier and Ian Prescott greeted him politely.

They also greeted Mr. and Mrs. Sterling.

Seeing Julian Forrester lying asleep on the hospital bed, Ian Prescott’s brow furrowed slightly. ’He hasn’t woken up for nearly a day. This seems a bit serious...’