Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 728

Chapter 728: What a wicked plan, what a wicked person.

Sven wasn’t the type to stop or shut up; even with handcuffs, he struggled and fought against the officers. The officers simply ignored him—used to this kind of behavior—and dragged him out of the hospital while Atlas talked to the detective.

"Here’s the rest of the evidence." Atlas handed the USB stick to the detective. "I’ll be sending my lawyer your way. He’ll be at the station."

The detective accepted the USB and nodded at him in understanding. "Are you alright, Mr. Bennet?"

"Why wouldn’t I be?" Atlas let out a sigh, glancing at the sliding door. "He’s going to be fine now."

"Then I’ll be on my way." The officer nodded at Atlas, but before he left, he spoke again. "Mr. Bennet, about the nurse you caught... she’s not talking anymore."

Atlas raised his brows, but not out of surprise. "I’m pressing charges against everyone involved and on behalf of the patient."

"Alright." The detective lowered his head a bit. "Have a good night."

Having said that, the detective walked away to follow his men to the station. As he walked away, he stopped again as Atlas called out.

"Detective, thank you for listening to me," Atlas expressed. "And for your timely assistance. Thank you."

The detective smiled and nodded before resuming his steps.

Meanwhile, Atlas remained standing in the same spot and sighed heavily. He hung his head low, running his hand through his hair as the emotions he had squashed down earlier escaped from where they had been buried, like a Pandora’s box being opened.

His knees felt weak and wobbly, his body shaking a little as his heart raced. He was almost hyperventilating, unsure if this was out of relief or fear at what he had witnessed.

"Sir Atlas?" the bodyguard near him approached, his arms ready to catch Atlas if he fell. "Are you alright?"

Atlas simply grabbed the bodyguard’s shoulder, snapping his gaze at him. "Mhm. I’m alright." Yet his complexion told the bodyguard otherwise.

"Good work." Atlas patted the bodyguard’s shoulder. "I’m just going to rest, but I’m fine."

After saying that, Atlas dragged his feet to the sliding door. The bodyguards lowered their heads as Atlas walked past them until he reached Allen’s room. When he closed the door behind him, Atlas slid down until he slumped on the floor, the back of his head resting against the door.

"Goodness," he breathed out, resting his arm on his knee, eyes on the bed. "I can’t believe he was capable of doing this."

Even though Atlas knew that Sven was insecure and problematic, he would have never fathomed that Sven would resort to this. It was unbelievable, and if Atlas had been late, Allen would have died.

Two hours ago...

After hanging up, Atlas rushed to the parking garage. He found it strange that Sven would try to take his own life. After all, Sven was the most self-centered person he had ever known. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}