I’m Someone Else

Chapter 47

“Haha, good!” Sean exclaimed happily, and after exchanging a few more pleasantries with Thomas, he hung up the phone.

His grandfather was already eighty years old, but he still had a young soul. When he heard that all his children and grandchildren had not been able to get his benefactor drunk, he immediately threw a tantrum and told Sean that he must call Thomas over for a drink. Sean understood that what his grandfather meant by ‘a drink’ was that he wanted the family to come together and knock Thomas out, but there was nothing he could say or do. As long as Grandpa is happy, I’m happy!

After hanging up, Thomas glanced at Olivia again, just in time to see her hands covering her forehead and her eyebrows knitted together. From her torn features, it was clear that she was in pain. Hence, he walked into her office and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Olivia shook her head weakly. “Nothing, I was just a little dizzy. It’s normal, so I’ll be fine after a while.”

Thomas extended a hand and placed it on her shoulder, and as he expected, the symptoms were the same as when she had collapsed. Although she was not as cold as before, her body temperature was definitely not normal. He understood that this was a sign that the energy in her body was running low.

“Let me check your pulse.”

Olivia glanced at him and obediently extended her arm. Two minutes later, he sighed after obtaining the same result as his previous diagnosis. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Her condition seemed to have eased, and she told him, “Don’t waste your time. I’ve been like this since I was a child. My father sought out famous doctors in order to cure me, but the result was the same, and everyone was at a loss. Remember the doctor who rescued me that day? His father is Quincy Hofstead, the director of the top General Hospital. He and my father are close friends, and he is the one who has been prescribing medicine for me all these years.”

After explaining her own condition, she emptied a large pile of medicine bottles from the desk drawer.

Upon taking a cursory glance, Thomas noticed that there were at least ten different kinds of medicines, and none of them were the same. Besides, all of the pills were for nourishment. It seemed that Quincy was really the person who understood Olivia’s condition the most.

Olivia smirked in a self-depreciation manner. “Everyone says that I’m a beautiful chairman who is favored by God, but none of them knows that I’m just a pill-popper!”

Without waiting for the man to react, she began to take her medicine in large gulps. At the sight of her popping pills, he felt his heart ache. After all, she could easily hurt her liver by taking a large amount of medication. However, their effect was obvious, and half an hour later, she appeared to be in better spirits.

Seeing that Olivia was fine, Thomas got up and left the office, thinking that he must cure Olivia’s condition. In his heart, he had recognized Olivia as his friend long ago. Zachary’s incident had always made him feel guilty, and he had secretly vowed that he would rather die than let his friends suffer a single injury again. He could absolutely not repeat the same tragedy again. Now, his top priority was to find out what was wrong with Olivia and why she was suffering from such a peculiar condition.

Upon checking the time, he noticed that it was already 4.00PM. Even if he rushed to the hospital now, he might not be able to see Quincy, so he decided to ask him about it the next day. After sending Olivia back to her apartment, Thomas went back to his house. Chloe had sent him a message saying she had to work overtime that night and would go directly to the hospital afterward, and she would buy some food on the way.

Thomas considered that it was time for him to pay a visit. No matter what, his friend’s father was in the hospital, so he had to visit him at the very least. In any case, he had to face the inevitable one day, and

he might even be able to help them somehow. After all, as a young girl, there were bound to be some obstacles that Chloe had to face.

At that thought, he went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Then, while drying his wet hair, he sat on the couch, deciding to head to the hospital after a short rest.

“Hm?”

Just as he sat down, he sensed that something was wrong, and it was a feeling he was all too familiar with, as if someone was staring at him from afar. Immediately, he turned his head to look out the window, and he suddenly saw a bright flash of light. At that moment, Thomas felt his hair stand on end. He keenly sensed the incoming danger, and without a moment of hesitation, he quickly dropped to the ground.

Bang!

A gunshot sounded, leaving a small hole in the screen window and a bullet embedded in the floor not far away. Afraid to waste any time, Thomas vigorously dodged to a corner. If he hadn’t moved fast enough, that shot would have blown his head off. Just by the sound of the gun, he knew that their weapon was a sniper rifle.

Who exactly hates me so much that they even went so far as to use a sniper rifle? Joe? No, Sean had scared him out of his wits. Walt? That’s not right either. It’s not even clear if he could stand up. Then… is it the Hind Family? I killed Drake, so they’re probably the only ones who want me dead! It seems Olivia’s words were reasonable. They even found out where I live!

Suddenly, Thomas remembered that when he returned earlier, he vaguely felt that there was a car following behind him. When he turned left, the car would turn left, and when he went straight, the car would follow suit. In fact, it seemed that they were following him home.

At that thought, he suddenly felt a twinge of fear. It was a good thing that Chloe had to work overtime that day, or he might put her in danger. He deliberately poked his head out, scooting away as quickly as he could.

Bang! Bang!

Two bullets whistled past Thomas’ ears, narrowly missing him. This killer is not an easy opponent! His weapon was even more impressive. He was holding an SR-25 sniper rifle with competition-grade accuracy. Just from the sound alone, he could identify the model of the gun. It was the King of the Guns, and it lived up to its name. No, I have to bring that guy inside! That’s the only way to get rid of him!

Just like a loose arrow, Thomas darted out of the corner.

Bang!

Another gunshot sounded, and a hole appeared on the floor where he had just been standing. Though the assassin’s marksmanship was decent, it was far worse than his own.

Woosh! He ran as fast as he could and disappeared into the living room, reappearing in the kitchen.

In terms of gunplay, Thomas was almost as good as an Olympic shooter. He was able to tell where the assassin was from the sounds of the gunshots, and he knew exactly what was going on in a sniper’s head, as well as where the blind spots in his house were.

He turned sideways and looked out of the kitchen window, where he finally saw the killer in an old acacia tree about fifty yards away.