Chapter 1076 - 1076

Oh my goodness!

Vice Leader of the Supreme Disciplinary Committee Inspection Team.

When he heard these words, Lance Lane's heart trembled.

Looking at the electric baton still sparking in his hand.

Lance Lane wished he could just stab himself with it.

At this moment, the officer had already opened the iron gate.

He jolted and threw the electric baton away immediately.

Then rushed out in a hurry.

It was only about ten seconds later.

Lance Lane returned again, this time holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

"Se... Secretary General Carter, have some water..."

His voice trembled slightly, as Lance Lane raised the water bottle with both hands, handing it to Dirk Carter.

In just a phone call's time, his attitude had done a complete 180-degree turn. From this tiny detail, Dirk Carter realized he should be fine now.

"Director Lane, what does this mean? Wasn't I supposed to lick the water off the floor?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Lance Lane swallowed, momentarily perplexed and unable to explain. After going over it in his mind for a long while, he finally responded in an exceptionally sycophantic tone, "Se... Secretary General Carter was joking; the water on the ground is... is for me to drink myself, you... you drink this..."

"Go ahead, what's the matter?"

Dirk Carter asked indifferently.

Lance Lane hesitated a bit, stumbling over his words as he repeated what Hadley Thorne had just said on the phone.

It wasn't just him who was surprised.

Dirk Carter too found the news hard to believe.

However, it wasn't entirely unexpected.

If things go as predicted, the Inspection Team is indeed backed by Bohdan Sherwood, who must've heard about Megan Goodman's ordeal and got enraged.

When the dragon is wrathful, the heavens and earth shake.

On the surface, the Inspection Team seemed interested in the Brent Lowell case and the Lane Quincy case, though Bohdan Sherwood's real intention is to vent for Megan Goodman.

Upon realizing this.

Dirk Carter felt much more at ease.

"Director Lane, you weren't very friendly to me just now."

Dirk Carter teased.

Lance Lane's heart felt like it was about to leap out of his throat.

He had struggled his whole life to become the Director of the City Police Department, and now, with one word, Dirk Carter had the power to get him dismissed – how could he not be terrified?

"Se... Secretary General Carter, I... I was wrong, I... was petty..."

His eyes glanced at the puddle on the floor.

Lance Lane gritted his teeth.

Then said: "I... I'll lick the water off the floor clean."

Just as he was about to squat down.

Dirk Carter pulled on his clothes, coldly saying, "Director Lane, as the head of the City's police, how could you lick water off the floor? What would that look like?"

With those words.

Lance Lane suddenly rejoiced.

Dirk Carter's words clearly meant he could keep his position.

Just as he was prepared to express his gratitude profusely.

Dirk Carter, with a stern face, said, "I, Dirk Carter, can handle a bit of grievance; after all, I'm a man."

In this sentence.

Dirk Carter emphasized the word "man."

Lance Lane wasn't stupid.

He instantly grasped the key point.

He paused, then turned to the police officer who looked dumbfounded and said, "Go get Grady Sawyer to my office."

The officer hurried out running.

Why call Grady Sawyer?

Grady Sawyer is the captain of the detective team at Silverwood City Police Department.

This indicated Lance Lane was preparing to handle the Megan Goodman kidnapping case.

After all, Dirk Carter emphasized that he, as a man, wasn't afraid of grievances; the one afraid of grievances must certainly be the woman.

It was undoubtedly Megan Goodman under the current circumstances.

"Secretary General Carter, this afternoon, there was a kidnapping incident at Harmony Gardens, I... I need to handle it immediately."

Lance Lane said, tentatively.

Dirk Carter nodded and said, "Alright, go ahead, remember to come by my office tomorrow morning."

"Good, good, I'll be there on time tomorrow morning."

Lance Lane felt relieved as if he'd received a grand pardon, taking two steps at a time and leaving promptly.

As he jogged back to his office, he even stumbled a bit, almost falling onto the ground.

Silverwood City General Hospital.

When Dirk Carter arrived, it was already pitch dark.

Outside the ward.

Chet was anxiously waiting.

Upon spotting Dirk Carter, he immediately went up to him.

"How's the situation?"

Dirk Carter asked anxiously.

Chet shook his head and said, "The doctor said the physical wounds are not serious and have all been treated. Rest for half a month and she'll recover, but her mental state is poor; she's afraid of seeing anyone, so we don't dare to go in."

"Alright, thanks, I'll go in and check on her."

With that, Dirk Carter pushed open the door to the ward.

On the hospital bed.

Megan Goodman was resting with her eyes closed.

But judging by her expression, she wasn't peacefully asleep. Her facial muscles occasionally twitched and her body kept trembling, showing she was having a nightmare.

Seeing this.

Dirk Carter hurried forward.

Patted the quilt gently and softly called, "Megan, Megan..."

Such a disturbance.

Megan Goodman suddenly opened her eyes, gasped deeply, instinctively covered her face with the quilt, and shouted in terror, "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, please let me go..."

At that moment.

Dirk Carter's heart wrenched with pain.

He slightly lifted the corner of the quilt.

Megan Goodman's thigh was exposed.

Originally tender and fair, the skin was now covered with scars, shocking to see.

He was instantly moved by the sight.

"Megan, it's me, I'm Dirk Carter..."

He held back his sorrow, approached Megan Goodman's head, and spoke in a very gentle voice.

As if struck by lightning.

Megan Goodman jolted.

Pulled the quilt down a bit, revealing fear-filled eyes, almost disbelievingly rubbed her eyes, and then burst into tears.

Not even caring that she wasn't wearing any clothes.

She clung directly to Dirk Carter's neck, bawling, "Dirk Carter, you finally came, you finally came..."

Dirk Carter gently patted her back and said, "It's okay now, it's okay... From now on, it's okay; you're safe, don't be afraid..."

For as long as he held her.

Megan Goodman cried for as long.

Eventually, even the tears dried up.

Dirk Carter let Megan Goodman settle down.

Megan Goodman grabbed his hand tightly, pleading as she said, "Dirk Carter, don't go, don't go, alright? I'm scared, I'm really scared..."

"I won't go, I won't go, I'll sit right next to you..."

In this situation, Dirk Carter dared not relax even a bit.

He could only sit beside her.

Even so, Megan Goodman remained in a shrunk state, giving a feeling of being on high alert.

"You're very tired; how about sleeping for a while?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Megan Goodman shook her head vigorously and said, "I... I'm afraid to sleep, every time I sleep I have nightmares, dreaming of that terrifying woman..."

Dirk Carter understood this was a manifestation of severe mental trauma.

He comforted her, saying, "It's okay, I'll watch over you while you sleep, you can sleep peacefully."

"I... I don't want to; I'm afraid when I close my eyes you'll disappear..."

Megan Goodman said, sobbing.