Chapter 140

Gideon took his wallet from his pocket, pulled out his ID, and handed it to Giselle with a suggestive look. "Thanks." Then, right in front of the man in the next bed, Giselle took Gideon's ID and walked out of the hospital room like she was his family. She used it to get him registered, paid the fees, and picked up his medicine. While waiting, she casually glanced at Gideon's ID and was surprised to find that he was the same age as her—27. Then, she looked at the address on his ID and discovered that he was from a certain village way up north. It didn't match his rich background at all. "How strange," she thought. After getting the medicine, she went back to the hospital room and sat by Gideon's bed, pretending to care about his injuries. Both men had been pretty roughed up—one had a broken brow bone, while the other had a dislocated jaw. Their faces were bruised and bandaged, bodies covered in bruises. Their injuries weren't life-threatening but serious enough that they'd both