Revenge Forged in Prison
Chapter 65: Such a Place
“Mr. Caleb is injured, so Ms. Quixall instructed us to call for a doctor,” a housekeeper voluntarily stepped forward and reported.
“He’s injured?” George was unfazed. “Injured, you say? He spent five years in prison, getting bullied by other inmates almost daily. And did we see him falter? Not at all!” He’s definitely putting on an act. He suffered only a few lashes. Is there really a need to call for a doctor? He could endure in prison but not at home? How spoiled!
The housekeeper hesitated before saying, “Mr. Quixall, should we still invite the doctor over?”
“What for? That’s unnecessary!” George was getting impatient. “Hurry up and leave. Don’t be an eyesore here.”
The housekeeper hurriedly retreated while George headed toward Caleb’s room with his hands clasped behind his back. I’d like to see just what kind of an act he’s putting up. I wonder what that brat said to actually manage to convince Yelena to call a doctor for him.
In less than a minute, George had made his way outside the room. The door was wide open. Caleb was leaning his head against the wall, his forehead breaking out in a cold sweat.
Upon seeing that, not only did George not feel sympathy, but he also scolded in anger, “What’s your game? You’re suddenly sick at this crucial moment? It’s nothing more than an excuse to prevent your sister from searching your room! Your sister might be sympathetic toward you, but I certainly am not.”
As he spoke, he was about to barge in. Yelena promptly intervened. “Dad, we can hold off on searching right now. Cale has lost a lot of blood. We should call a doctor for him first.”
“There’s no blood. It’s all his act.” Despite the objections, George was determined. He brushed past Yelena, rummaging through the room.
Helpless, Yelena had no choice but to say to Caleb, “Cale, don’t worry. Dad will be done searching soon. Once he’s proven your innocence, he’ll call in a doctor to treat you.”
Caleb let out a throaty chuckle. “He would never call for a doctor, and I certainly don’t need his charity.”
Yelena watched in silence as George searched the room. George had searched every place he could think of, but he hadn’t found anything. He didn’t believe it, so he went to look high and low in the bathroom.
The bathroom in Caleb’s room was already quite cramped. After fitting in a toilet and a sink, there wasn’t much space left. This was a small room hastily partitioned off by George. Seeing George’s lack of concern for Caleb’s matters, the renovation workers slacked off and completed the work half-heartedly.
Upon entering, George was immediately hit by a damp smell. The scent was so sharp that it made him…
He had mentioned that a simple renovation would suffice, but he never imagined that the workers could be so negligent and slack off to such an extent.
Noticing that the faucet over the sink was broken, George wondered how on earth Caleb managed to wash his hands with it. The drain core looked incredibly cheap, akin to the kind of items one would find at a bargain stall for just a few bucks.
George turned on the tap to test it out, only to find that the water flowing out was pooling in the sink, showing no signs of draining away at all. The sink is clogged. Why didn’t Caleb tell me? He’s the son of the Quixall family, after all, yet he’s living in such a pathetic place?
George’s brows furrowed deeply, a surge of anger welling up within him. I’ll have to find someone to renovate this place soon. At the very least, this place needs to be presentable.
He scanned the surroundings, finding nothing of particular interest, and decided to leave. After taking a couple of steps, he casually looked up, only to freeze in his tracks. The ceiling is leaking as well? Isn’t this place too run-down?