Chapter 195

It was Lord Blackheart.

Cameron chuckled and shook his head. How could he just show up unannounced and wait outside like that?

“Colonel Bailey, help me back to bed,” Cameron said, withdrawing his gaze.

“Okay,” Lena nodded.

Cameron returned to his hospital bed. He was about to text Lord Blackheart, informing him he was okay and to return with his people, when he noticed over a dozen texts and missed calls from Lord Blackheart and Dakota. He figured these had arrived while he was unconscious.

He smiled wryly, then opened Lord Blackheart's texts:

“Sir, I’ve just received news of your injury. I’ve sent someone to the hospital immediately. I’ve arrived and asked the doctor. You’re out of danger now. I’ve stationed people downstairs to ensure your safety. Let me know if you need anything, and I’ll bring them up immediately.”

Lord Blackheart sincerely cared about him. Cameron chuckled as he read the messages. Lord Blackheart had chosen to wait outside to avoid exposing his identity, but he’d brought too many people. If someone didn’t know better, they might think a gang leader had been hospitalized.

Cameron replied, “Blackheart, I’m fine now. Thank you for your effort. You can take your people back.”

“Understood, sir!” The reply came almost instantly. The men guarding downstairs swiftly departed.

Lena’s eyes widened. “Cameron, they’re leaving!”

“Are they?” Cameron smiled. “Well, that’s good.” He picked up a cup of water. “It’s strange. They’ve been standing downstairs like statues all day, and they’re now suddenly leaving.”

Lena furrowed her brows. “Could it be that their boss has died?”

Cameron choked on his water.

“Are you okay?” Lena asked with concern.

“I’m fine… Just hadn’t had water for too long. My throat was dry. I wasn’t used to it.” Cameron chuckled, trying to downplay his reaction. He thought Lena had a knack for saying unexpected things.

“Be careful then.” Lena remained oblivious to any connection between Cameron and the men.

“Okay.”

Sensing Lena didn’t suspect anything, he decided to call Dakota. He’d meant to call her back yesterday morning, but unexpected events had hindered him. Just as he was about to dial, her call came in.

“Cameron, you finally answered! I was so worried! I thought something happened to you!” Dakota’s voice, filled with concern, erupted.

“I’m sorry for worrying you. There was an accident.” Cameron hesitated, then decided to tell Dakota the truth. There were some things he didn’t want to hide from her.

“Oh, you got into trouble? It’s all my fault for jinxing it…”

“Dakota, it’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

“Cameron, where are you?”

“I’m at the hospital.”

“Which hospital? I’m coming over right now!”

“I’m at Vrando’s General Hospital, room 602.”

“Okay, I’ll be there right away!” Dakota hung up before Cameron finished speaking.

Cameron put down his phone, feeling Dakota’s anxious concern. It didn’t sit well with him. He made a firm decision to confess some things about his relationship with Laura to Dakota. She had the right to know the truth. He wondered how she would react. Would she become distant and cold?

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