Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1110

A few moments later, Eugene came with a doctor and two other staff members to clean up the scene.

They carried Charlotte downstairs to the room designated by Otis, and the doctor checked Charlotte's condition.

He then reported to Otis, "Mr. Robertson, Mrs. Robertson's fetus could not be saved, so I gave her an induction and did a simple hemostasis. When she expels the fetus, I will give her further anti-inflammatory treatment to stop the bleeding. Just..."

The doctor carefully watched Otis' face.

Otis lit a cigar and was puffing away. He seemed to be relaxed and enjoying the moment.

"Just what?" He asked carelessly.

His tone sounded as if what Charlotte lost was just a puddle of blood, not half related to him.

"It's just that Mrs. Robertson needs a surgery and has to go to the hospital. I can't do it. If I don't do it and leave it like this, it will cause uterine adhesions, blocked fallopian tubes, and subsequent uterine infections. In short, a lot of after-effects. The odds are she won't be able to get pregnant in the future." The doctor said in a whisper.

He didn't know what was going on, but it felt like the atmosphere wasn't right.

"Very well. That's all." Otis' lips curved up in a bloodthirsty, evil way.

"Uh, pardon?" The doctor was a little confused as to what Mr. Robertson meant. That was it?

Otis gave him a stare and a disgruntled look. What a fool.

"Deal with it the way you said you would, without going to the hospital."

"Yes!" The doctor hurriedly responded. He finally figured out that Mr. Robertson had no half-hearted feelings for Mrs. Robertson, so there was no need to think about the future.

At that, the doctor hurriedly turned around and left.

Inside the room, the two cleaning staff wiped the floor clean.

They also sprayed chemicals everywhere inside the room and in the bathroom to clean up all traces.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Everything was as it was.

Otis stood up, "What happened today..."

Before he finished, the two cleaning staff immediately promised, "Mr. Robertson, please don't worry. We don't know anything."

Otis nodded with satisfaction.

Eugene saw him leaving and rushed to follow him, "Mr. Robertson, where are we going now?"

Otis straightened his shirt collar, "To the radio and television stations, of course. Our men have them all under control. Now, they're all waiting for me to make the announcement myself." "Yes, Mr. Robertson," Eugene said respectfully.

After going downstairs and passing the room where Charlotte was lying, Otis glanced inside.

She was already awake after the oxytocic injection.

At the moment she was being tortured by waves of spasms and had no strength even to scream. She was grunting in pain.

The doctor was working on her lower body.

The smell of blood was then wafting throughout the room.

Otis gave a cold look and headed straight for the door.

Eugene rushed to follow, and as Otis stepped out of the house, he hurriedly draped his military coat over Otis's shoulders.

After getting on the vehicle, Otis sat in the back seat.

Eugene drove.

Otis instructed, "Get rid of the doctor today. I don't think he's very flexible, and I'm afraid he'll leak the information." He sounded relaxed, as if the killing was just a game. "Yes." Eugene glanced in the rearview mirror and responded.

"The two men who cleaned up the house. I'll take care of them as well." Eugene volunteered.

Otis' eyebrows knitted slightly and he did not say anything.

Eugene turned his head to look at Otis's face, gloomy and cold, and he knew Otis had acquiesced. This matter needed not be mentioned again.