"Dad..." Turstin Muller's throat was hoarse, almost unable to speak.
Why was he lying in the hospital?
His head hurt a lot; he couldn't remember anything.
"Turstin, you really are... sigh..."
Holding his son's hand, Bennet Reed couldn't bring himself to say much; he couldn't bear to blame his son.
Looking at his son's weak face, sorrow welled up inside.
Now he was still terrified; worried, he called his son at night, but he never answered. He called countless times, unable to resist going to check on him.
The old man first went to Valentine Teller's rented apartment, which was already empty, and then rushed to his son's place. The door was tightly closed. After entering the password, the door opened just a crack, and he smelled the pungent odor of natural gas.
If he had been a step later, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Fortunately, the rescue was timely, and his son's life was saved.
Sigh...
