After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207 Oscar Was Seriously Wounded

Hannah blinked her eyes slightly. Then she turned to look at Theodore, "You don't know her?"

"She's a little-known star. What makes you think I know her?" Theodore asked her back.

The relationship between Theodore and Little Bunny in this life would start here because of her. Thinking of it, Hannah felt somehow guilty for Little Bunny.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Theodore felt hairs standing on end when Hannah stared at him.

"Nothing," Hannah came back to earth and said, "It's a long day. Let's go back."

"Yup. You should have said that long ago." Theodore glanced at Oscar and muttered to himself, "Otherwise, someone is gonna be a dead man."

Hannah was confused about what he said.

Theodore didn't tell her who he referred to. If Oscar did not open his mouth, he couldn't say anything, either. Then the three of them left Light Building together.

Jimmy driving the car, Theodore was sitting in the front seat, and Oscar and Hannah were sitting in the back seat.

It was quiet in the car.

"Hey, how about dining out together? My treat." Hannah suggested.

She thought Oscar and Theodore had been staying with her for the whole day and she should buy them dinner to thank them, though she didn't know what exactly they had helped her with all day long. She thought that they had done nothing but fool around.

"No, thanks." Theodore said bluntly, "I'm afraid someone will die if we don't hurry to go back."

Hannah frowned and didn't know what was wrong with Theodore today. They fell into silence again.

The car arrived at the villa. Hannah and Oscar got out of the car. Theodore stayed in the car, rolled the window down and said to them, "Hannah, go easy on him. I understand absence makes the heart grow fonder, but life is more important."

Hannah looked back at him, wondering what was wrong with him tonight, because she couldn't understand a word he had said.

Oscar simply ignored him. Instead, he took Hannah's hand and walked in the villa.

"Master Oscar, you're home." Max came up to him warmly.

"Call Donald here."

"What's wrong, Oscar?" Max looked worried in a flash. Hannah sensed something was wrong, either.

Why Max suddenly got so nervous?

"I got minor wounds." Oscar said lightly.

Was Oscar wounded?

At the moment, Hannah suddenly got what Theodore meant.

"Don't worry. I won't die." Oscar noticed the changing look on Hannah's face and said, "Just help me go upstairs."

Saying it, he leaned on her shoulders abruptly.

Hannah nearly fell down with his weight, complaining quietly why he could be so heavy. But she dared not to push him away. Instead, she tried hard to help him go upstairs and then put him on the bed.

Oscar lay down on the bed and looked deadly pale.

Where had he been wounded? Hannah was a little guilty about not realizing it all day long.

"I won't die. I promise." Oscar looked at Hannah's face and said lightly. His voice was so weak.

"What happened to you?"

"No big deal."

"Oscar..."

"I wanna take a nap. Be quiet." Oscar said in a bossy tone, but his voice sounded really weak.

Hannah would like to ask him something else but she simply swallowed her tongue back and remained silent when she saw Oscar had closed his eyes and seemed to sleep tight. She stayed with him in the room without making a sound.

A while later, a man came in. Probably, he was Donald. He looked in his forties and was wearing a pair of glasses, looking learned and refined. He was carrying an advanced medical box, which was totally different from the household one.

He went straight to Oscar and asked, "Gunshot wound?"

"Mm." Oscar answered with his eyes closed.

Hannah was shocked to hear that.

What? Oscar had been shot?

"Where is the wound?" Donald seemed to have been used to it.

"Pretty close to the heart."

"Did you take out the bullet?" Donald said it and took off the suit and shirt for Oscar.

Under the shirt, the wound was wrapped up with gauze, looking like a bloody mess. Hannah was scared out.

"You go out first." Oscar suddenly looked towards Hannah and told her to get out while Donald was about to tear off the gauze.

Hannah was stunned, then she turned around and looked straight into Oscar's eyes, but didn't know what to say.

"Go out and eat something first. Bring me some soup and feed me later." said Oscar.

In fact, Hannah knew he just didn't want her to see his wound, but she turned around and left. She knew Oscar didn't want anyone else to see him like a mess, and he wasn't ready to tell her everything now. So, she'd better zip it and leave.

In the room, Donald tore off the gauze and watched the inflamed wound.

"How did you get wounded here?" Donald cleaned the wound and asked.

"I've been a little careless."

"Did you get caught?"

"Almost." Oscar bore with the pain and answered.

"But you're always careful."

Oscar clutched to the sheet and tried hard to endure the pain.

"You would have been a dead man if the bullet came a bit closer here." said Donald.

At that moment, Oscar's lips were pale and he was sweating like hell.

"Be more careful in the future." Donald told him, but he didn't ask how it happened.

As Oscar's private doctor, all he cared about was Oscar's health. After all, Oscar couldn't be so lucky to keep his life each time.

It was quiet in the room. The pain was killing him, but he didn't scream at all. Some time later, Donald had finished dressing the gunshot wound for Oscar.

"I'll give you anti-inflammatory later if there's more infections." said Donald.

Oscar nodded slightly. Donald was clearing up his medical box and said, "Would you like to see Mrs Wells now?"

"Let me take a break first." Oscar said in a very deep and soft voice.

Donald put his things away, sat down next to Oscar and said, "I've heard that you and Hannah are a very loving couple."

Oscar said nothing in reply, as if he was still taking the pain.

"Helen of Troy!" Donald smiled, "Women played a very important role in the collapse of each dynasty."

"They told you to pass me the words?" Oscar raised his eyes and said.

He looked much better, and could hide his emotions and feelings and even the pain very quickly.

"Yes." Donald admitted openly.

"Tell them they're thinking too much." Oscar's voice sounded the same as usual.

"OK." Donald nodded and said, "So, I guess we can open the door now?"

"You can go, too."

Donald shrugged, looking like he'd been used to Oscar's indifference. He opened the door with the medical box in hand.

As expected, Hannah was waiting at the door with a bowl of soup.