The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 182: Taking a Beating with Proper Posture_1

Greg Jensen was amused to anger and pointed at Wallace Carter, “You really are a dirty old bastard!”

“Haha, I’ll just take it as a compliment from Mr. Jensen,” Wallace Carter laughed it off without a care.

“Alright, there’s no need for me to say anything more. Have sweet dreams!”

Greg Jensen raised his glass in a gesture, took a sip of his drink, then set the glass down on the bedside table and leapt straight out of the open window.

The room fell silent once again.

After an unknown period, the statue-like Wallace Carter raised his glass towards the open window, then downed it in one gulp.

Whew…

He set down his glass, took a long breath out, releasing the tension from his muscles.

Only then did he realize he was covered in cold sweat; his pajamas were soaked through.

He knew he had narrowly escaped disaster.

Lucky for him that he had reacted quickly. He shuddered to think what might have happened had he been a bit slower.

Now completely relaxed, Wallace Carter sat on the bed, limp as if drained, and it took him a long while to come back to his senses.

Propping up his weary body, he opened the bedroom door, stepped out, and then yelled, “Are you all dead or what? The guy was in my damn bedroom, and you…”

Wallace Carter didn’t finish his sentence before he was stunned by the sight before him.

All the bodyguards assigned to stand guard were now lying on the floor. Judging by their positions, it seemed they had been taken down in an instant, with no time to fight back.

It was only then that Wallace Carter realized it wasn’t that his bodyguards didn’t want to give him a warning—it was that they had already lost the ability to do so.

Just before Greg Jensen left, Wallace had been thinking about finding an opportunity for revenge.

Now, he was rid of the thought entirely.

Revenge?

Don’t joke!

If Wallace Carter entertained ill thoughts that he shouldn’t, he feared that before the revenge was even carried out, he and his two sons would have been making a group visit to the crematorium.

…

Inside Jamae Hospital, Theo Carter was keeping his older brother company as they talked.

Looking at his brother’s pale face, he couldn’t help but comfort him, “Brother, don’t worry. Dad has definitely taken our revenge. I expect we’ll see results by tomorrow morning.”

“Mmm, call Dad now and tell him to capture that kid alive if possible.”

Winston Carter said through gritted teeth, “Once I’m discharged, I want to kill him myself!”

“Haha, I’ll call right no—”

“No need, I’m already here.”

Theo was about to make a call when he suddenly heard a commotion at the door. He turned around to find that the person who appeared was his father.

“Dad, what brings you here?”

Slap!

As soon as Wallace Carter entered the room, he didn’t say a word but slapped Theo Carter across the face.

He then proceeded to kick and punch Theo, ignoring his wailing cries.

Winston Carter, lying in the bed, cried out, “Dad, if you have something to say, just say it…”

However, Wallace Carter, as if deaf, didn’t utter a word and didn’t stop his assault.

“Boss…”

The bodyguards at the door, hearing the chaos in the room, rushed in, but upon seeing their boss beating his own son, they silently retreated.

“Dad, what is this…”

Winston tried to speak again, but his father pointed at him, signaling him to shut up, and then resumed the beating.

After what seemed like ages, seemingly exhausted, Wallace Carter finally stopped and sat down panting on the sofa nearby.

Theo Carter was all bruised and swollen, curled up on the floor holding his head, his body trembling slightly, but he didn’t dare make a sound.

Fearing that any carelessness would provoke his father’s wrath again.

“Do you know why I hit you?”

Wallace Carter’s hoarse voice rang out.

Theo Carter’s body started to tremble uncontrollably as he stammered, “I… I did something wrong.”

Bang!

Wallace Carter yelled again, kicking him, and cursed, “You provoked someone you shouldn’t have and almost got your old man killed, do you understand?”

“Someone we shouldn’t have provoked?”

Both brothers were stunned and looked at Wallace Carter in disbelief.

Pointing at Theo, Wallace Carter said to his eldest son, Winston, “It’s bad enough he didn’t notice, but you lost to the person from the other side. Didn’t you feel anything?”

Winston replied somewhat blankly, “Dad, what do you mean by…”

“How did I end up with two such fools!”

Wallace Carter laughed out of frustration, “A person with such formidable skills, didn’t you ever think about what would happen if someone took off your heads at night?”

“Impossible!”

Winston said, “He might have strong skills, but could he really get past our family’s bodyguards?”

Wallace Carter scoffed, “Bodyguards? When he came into the house, our family’s bodyguards didn’t even make a sound!

When your old man woke up, that kid was sitting by the bed, and even the gun under my pillow had been taken. Do you know what that feels like?”

Hiss!

Hearing their father’s words, both brothers gasped in shock.

If Greg Jensen was as formidable as their father described, it meant he could kill them at any time.

Of course, they could beef up their security, four bodyguards weren’t enough, they would increase to ten, the Carter Family had the capacity.

But there’s a saying that there’s no thief that can rob every day without getting caught; how could there be someone to guard every day against being robbed?

Even a tiger sometimes naps, and what about them?

One moment of carelessness could cost them—their father and sons—their lives!

Wallace Carter watched his younger son with a cold gaze and said sternly, “How did I teach you? When you get hit, you stand up straight, understand?”

“Dad, I… I was wrong.”

Theo, trembling, knelt on the ground and said, “I… I’ll go apologize to him right now.”

Winston furrowed his brow, seeming somewhat sympathetic toward his brother, but remembering their father’s words, he fell silent.

Wallace Carter let out a cold snort, taunting, “Do you even know where to find him? Have you ever tried to understand him up to this point?”

“I…”

Theo’s body was shaking even more violently.

A heavy silence fell in the hospital room as the three men sat without speaking.

After a long while, Wallace Carter suddenly spoke, “Start with that girl, charm her first. Lucky we didn’t lay a hand on her, otherwise…”

He didn’t finish, but all three knew that if they had hurt Vince Cooper then, Wallace Carter might not have had the chance to be sitting there talking now.

The three of them sat until dawn. After freshening up, Theo, with various luxury cosmetics brought by his subordinates, went straight to the university.

Theo, already a high-profile figure at Jamae University, with his bruised and swollen face, immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

“Hey, isn’t that Theo Carter? Who beat him up like that?”

“Don’t know. But look, he’s carrying a bunch of cosmetics. Is he taking that to Vince Cooper?”

“He’s been beaten to a pulp and still thinks about flirting?”

“It doesn’t seem like it to me.”

“Let’s follow and see.”

A group of students cautiously followed Theo Carter to the girls’ dormitory building.

The next second, everyone was stunned.

Without saying a word, Theo Carter knelt in front of the dormitory entrance and then shouted upwards:

“Vince Cooper, I was wrong. I’ll never harass you again, please forgive me.”