The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 979 - 943: Delivery (2)

Sienna Johnson said sympathetically, "Let’s see how it goes. He isn’t a malicious person, just a poor father. I believe he won’t hurt people without reason."

"..."

"If he really does harm someone, then take action."

"Alright, let’s wait until you finish your oxygen therapy."

Horace Marshall also called the TV station, telling them about the hostage situation at Matilda Hospital. The news department seized such a big scoop and quickly dispatched a live broadcast vehicle for interviews.

The patients at Matilda Hospital are either wealthy or influential, so Horace Marshall’s commotion was indeed significant.

Sienna Johnson remarked, "Not stupid after all! He knows how to create a scene and exert pressure on the police."

Adrian Desmond checked his wristwatch; only ten minutes left for the oxygen therapy, "Once you’re done, should we leave?"

"Earlier, I heard a ’click’ from outside, probably the door was locked from outside. I think we can’t get out."

"I was too focused on the hospital’s services and forgot about security, what a blunder..."

Sienna Johnson said optimistically, "This isn’t a bank after all; who would’ve thought there’d be a robbery."

Her belly started to ache; having given birth before, Sienna Johnson knew she might be going into labor.

The little one was startled, seemingly eager to come out.

Sienna was worried about scaring Adrian Desmond and did not tell him; it’s just labor pains, and there were several hours left before delivery.

Horace Marshall spoke, "Rest assured, as long as you don’t act recklessly, I won’t harm you.

I just want to save my son.

My son is only five years old, so obedient and sensible, yet just because he has a useless father like me, they’re giving a suitable heart we were waiting for to a government official’s grandson."

"Brother, I understand your needs, but can you let me go? I’ll go negotiate with the police and convey your message." The man spoke.

"..."

Seeing Horace Marshall hesitating, the man continued, "I’ll leave my girlfriend here as a hostage."

"Bastard, you didn’t use protection during sex, making me pregnant and coming here for an abortion, yet you want to leave me behind to run away. Ronnie Obrien, are you even human?"

The two began scuffling, and Horace Marshall handed a stick to the woman and said, "Girl, this kind of man isn’t worth it, hit him hard."

"Brother?"

"Don’t be afraid; if he dares to resist, I’ll shoot him! Anyway, I don’t plan to go out alive today, dragging someone down just counts as eliminating a villain."

The woman grabbed the stick, with grudges old and new, and started hitting the man, with the man’s screams coming from outside.

Adrian Desmond said, "This man truly deserves a beating."

"There are so many scoundrels these days." Sienna Johnson also looked down on such a person.

Adrian Desmond suddenly sat up straight, prompting Sienna Johnson to ask, "What’s wrong?"

"There’s a sniper!"

Adrian Desmond’s position allowed him to see the window of the hall. Outside the window, a masked sniper was finding an angle to aim at Horace Marshall, ready to shoot him at any moment.

"What can we do then?"

"Once he’s shot, we’re free to go home." Adrian Desmond said without compassion.

Thinking of Horace Marshall’s son, Sienna Johnson felt uneasy, "Go remind him, tell him there’s a sniper outside and not to approach the window."

"No!"

He didn’t like meddling in other people’s business.

Not to mention, he was the only one around Sienna Johnson; if he left, what would happen if she was in danger?

Sienna Johnson shouted loudly, "Horace Marshall, don’t approach the window, there’s a sniper outside. If you get close, the sniper will shoot you."

Hearing the commotion, Horace Marshall approached the oxygen therapy room’s door with his gun, asking through the glass door, "Who’s inside?"

Through the glass door, Horace Marshall didn’t see Sienna Johnson and Adrian Desmond seated at the rear.

"I’m pregnant and came here for a prenatal check-up."

"Thank you for reminding me, rest assured, I won’t harm you; I just want to save my son," Horace Marshall said.

"Have you considered that this method won’t save your son? We can donate money..."

"I have money! My son waited an entire year for that heart, and then came a government official’s grandson; the hospital gave that heart to that kid, my son’s condition worsens, he could be in danger at any time.

My son can’t wait another year for a new heart."

There are many things money can’t achieve, like health.

The negotiator arrived; it was Sienna Johnson’s first time being so close to domestic negotiation experts.

She had only seen negotiators in European and Westorian films or Hong Kong dramas before. Negotiators, one by one, studied psychology, were adept at using psychological tactics; who knows if Horace Marshall could withstand the pressure and achieve his wishes.

"Horace Marshall, hello, I’m Regan Carter, a negotiator. May I come in?"

Horace Marshall pointed his gun but didn’t open the door, "Speak up, I can hear you."

Horace Marshall’s current location was a circular hall, surrounded by an oxygen therapy room, baby and parenting classroom, and then two corridors. Horace Marshall locked all surrounding doors with several large locks.

"Marshall, let me tell you good news; the hospital is already preparing surgery for your son, can you put down your weapon?"

Horace Marshall was wearing a bomb, holding a modified gun, with the intent to perish together.

"No way! Only when my son’s surgery is over can I put down the weapon and release these people."

"Marshall, what you’re doing is illegal; even if your son gets a healthy heart, you still have to go to jail.

Have you considered, children these days have strong self-esteem; if he knows you went to jail, what if the kids around him laugh at him?"

"..."

"I have a son too, I can understand your feelings."

Horace Marshall said agitatedly, "You can’t understand, you’ll never understand my feelings.

Only if your son needs a heart transplant, and he will die without it, will you understand my current feelings.

I want my son to live!

Whatever it takes, I want my son to live!"

"..."

"I’ve worked so hard, all for my son!

My son can survive, but because his life isn’t as valuable as that official’s grandson, you’re depriving my son of the hope to live, depriving me of hope to live..."

Horace Marshall was very emotional, "That heart belongs to my son! The hospital must give that heart to my son! If my son can’t survive, I’ll take everyone down with me!"

"..."

"My life isn’t worth much, but I know everyone here is wealthy, their lives are worth a lot."