Chapter 330:
Kendrick’s eyes burned with fury as he read the headline. “HaloFlow Hospital accused of hiring disabled doctors to misuse government funds? What kind of nonsense is this?”
Speaking in a lower voice, Percy added, “Brad already headed there. He said he and Rylie might not make it back for dinner, so you’ll be eating alone tonight.”
“How could I possibly eat when my granddaughter is stuck at the police station?” Kendrick forced himself to remain composed, though anger and worry simmered beneath his tone. “I need to find out who’s behind this mess.”
Kendrick’s decision to step out immediately caught the attention of Felix, who had been working non-stop and was just about to lie down for some rest. Upon hearing that his sister was in trouble, the annoyance on his face quickly turned to concern.
Felix thought of calling the mayor, only to remember that both the mayor and deputy mayor of Crolens had either been removed from office or buried in scandals. They weren’t the ones who could handle this.
In the end, he called the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission.
Boswell Foster, the secretary, was spending a rare day off celebrating his daughter’s first birthday with family. He was caught off guard when Felix’s name appeared on his phone.
“Mr. Owen, it’s unusual for you to call me. What’s going on?” Children’s voices singing birthday songs could be heard faintly in the background.
Felix leaned back against the headboard, his tone unreadable. “Is today your daughter’s birthday?”
“Is the noise bothering you? Wait a moment.”
Boswell moved to a quieter spot and lowered his voice. “What can I do for you?”
Felix rubbed his temples and said, “It’s not a big deal, but you might have missed the news. My sister was taken by the police, accused of defrauding government funds.”
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Boswell froze, his breath catching in shock. “What kind of reckless fool would dare to do such a thing?!”
“I agree it’s absurd. Please take care of this for me. My grandfather is waiting for her to return for dinner. Thank you.”
“I-I’ll take care of it. Right away.” Boswell offered reassurance repeatedly, then hung up. His wife walked over, wiped the sweat from his brow, and asked, “Who was on the line? Why are you sweating like this?”
He opened his mouth to answer, but another call came through, this time from the military district. A wave of unease hit him as he quickly picked up. “Yes?” Whatever came through that line shifted the expression on his face. His wife saw his expression tighten into something grim.
When he finally ended the call, she pressed him, “What just happened? Tell me what’s going on.”
“I don’t have time to explain.” He turned and walked toward the bedroom, phone still in hand.
His wife stood frozen, then called after him, her voice sharp with hurt. “Boswell! You missed our daughter’s birth because of work. Now you’re walking away on her birthday too? Is this what a responsible father looks like?”
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