369: Chapter 369

Chapter 369

It was midnight, and the temperature was colder than usual.  2

There was only silence in the dimly lit corridor of the mental hospital, as there was only one guard and a nurse at the front desk, drinking coffee while watching the late-night TV show. 

Everything was normal, until three men dressed in all black and wearing a mask that only showed their eyes entered the hospital.

The nurse gasped, and the security guard quickly stood before them with his hand ready to grab the gun on his waist, "STOP RIGHT THERE!"

The men in black quickly defused the situation, "Calm down, we are Marlon's men. We're here to do our job."

The nurse and the guard looked at each other. They had been notified of what would happen next. They just didn't expect it to be so soon.

For a husband to kill his defenseless wife in a mental hospital…

But they were paid by Marlon Grant to do whatever he wanted, so the nurse put her phone down, and the guard took a more relaxed stance.

"Then, I will bring you to her ward," the security guard said. "But please, don't make it messy. My boss doesn't want the police department to know."

The men in black nodded, "Don't worry. We are going to make it quick and depose her body ourselves. Just make sure nobody calls 911," the leader said while glancing at the nurse.

The nurse shook her head and raised her hand, "I—I haven't called them yet!"

"Good. Now, let's finish the job as quickly as possible."

The security guard led the executor to Mrs. Dahlia Grant's room and used the key to unlock the door from outside. 

"Please make it quick. I will be waiting here," the security said before opening the door.

The hired thugs rushed into the room with their weapons drawn; they were using three guns with silencers so they wouldn't create too much noise.

They pointed their gun at the bed but were shocked when they saw the bed was empty.

The leader glanced at the bathroom and signaled his men to break the door open. 

But once the bathroom door was slammed open, they found nobody.

This ward was empty.

"Sir, there is no trace of her anywhere," one of them reported. "And this is not the ground floor. There is no way she can jump out of the window."

The leader sensed something was amiss, "Continue to search around. Maybe she is hiding somewhere."

They began searching through the ward, checking every empty space that might be used as a hiding spot, but they didn't find her anywhere.

The leader then noticed a classic novel; 'To Catch A Mockingbird,' on the drawer near the window, with a letter on top;

—

To: Marlon Grant.

Do you take me for an idiot? 

I've been staying passive inside that damned mental hospital because I have no will to live. 

But I've regained my hope and can't wait to see you ruined.

When your men read this note, I knew they must be searching for me in my room at midnight because they can't wait to get the job done to kill me.

So, I will give you my very first payback for your cruelty.

I will call the cops at midnight. They will be on their way. 

Good luck dealing with them.

— With malice, Dahlia Hawthorne.

—

The leader's eyes widened when he read the letter's last paragraph. 

The guard outside then stormed in. With horror in his eyes, he said, "The cops are here!"

**

It took the whole night for Marlon to handle the problem caused by Dahlia.

That old bitch actually put a trap on his men, so they got stuck in the police department for a long time until Marlon was forced to use his connection to free them.

It was already dawn, and the three men kneeled in front of him. They were already beaten and battered by the police, but they had expected another beating from their Master.

Because they knew they screwed up.

Next to his subordinates was a woman who also kneeled in fear. She was the director of the mental hospital. 

Marlon read the letter written by Dahlia and ripped it in front of everyone. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he couldn't wait to kill everyone in this room. 

Marlon raised his cane and hit the director on the arm until she winced in pain, "You've got a lot of explaining to do. Tell me where the fuck is my wife, and how did she escape?"

"I—I've checked the CCTV in the corridor since you left her ward until midnight, and there is no sign of her leaving, Master Grant," the director replied weakly. "It's also impossible for her to jump out of her window…"

"Then how could she escape? She can't just vanish into thin air, you numbnuts!" Marlon yelled. "Who is the last person she met?"

The director flinched and muttered, "T—The last person who visited her ward is the cook who delivered her dinner. He left not long after…"

"Call him, get him in here, and let me interrogate him!" 

The director went silent after that. She lowered his head and replied in an even weaker tone, afraid that she would incite Master Grant's anger.

"H—He is uncontactable, Master. I tried to call the landlord where he was renting a small apartment, and he said the cook hadn't returned since he went to work yesterday—Ouch!"

Marlon smacked the director's head with his cane, "You fucking idiot! That goddamn cook helped her to escape! Now go and search for that cook, or I will cook your hearts instead and feed it to the guard dogs!"

"Yes, Master!"

The battered men got up quickly, ignoring their pain. They quickly set off to find the man who helped Dahlia to escape. 

The director tried to get up, still rubbing her head, and asked, "Master Grant, I don't think they can go far away, maybe they are still hiding somewhere near the hospital area. Mrs. Grant has no money and nobody to rely on, right?"

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