Chapter 1471: The Truth

Chapter 1471: Chapter 1471: The Truth

"Hmm, remind the patient to keep his emotions in check," Charles Seymour instructed once more.

"Alright, I’ll persuade him," Richard Roscente was already thinking about how to convince his father.

"So, when can I go see my father?" Richard asked again.

"You should ask the ICU doctors, they are in charge of post-operative care," Charles only handled the surgery, not the aftermath.

Upon hearing this, Richard hurriedly got up and went to inquire about it.

Frederick Cole finally let out a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness the surgery went well."

"Yes," Charles nodded slightly.

Frederick couldn’t help but laugh, "It’s not easy, getting you to lend a hand."

"Sophie respects what he did for the country," Charles replied flatly.

Frederick was speechless for a moment, "If not for Sophie, would you have refused to step in?"

Charles frowned and stared at Frederick, "You do know that wearing this uniform can trigger bad memories for Sophie, don’t you?"

Frederick silently gazed at Charles and sighed, "Without Sophie Wilson, Charles Seymour, I really don’t know what you’d have become."

"In the training camp, there would be one more sharp blade," Charles’s indifferent attitude infuriated Frederick, "A sharp blade? Use it too often, and it will break one day!"

"If it breaks, it breaks," Charles’s disregard for life, or perhaps his dismissal of his own life, truly bothered Frederick, "Do you ever care about your own life?"

"No," Charles replied casually, "From the moment I joined the training camp, I was accepting that I might die."

Charles’s blunt words left Frederick at a loss for what to say.

"At that time, there was that illegal company, and my qualifications fit, so I went in as an undercover," Charles’s words made Frederick want to argue, to say something, but he found himself unable to utter a single word.

Because Charles was right.

To take down that illegal company, not just their country, but many others had sent people in as undercovers.

But batch after batch died.

Latterly, the agents sent in knew they were going to sacrifice themselves before they even departed.

Charles was different from others; he went in without a shred of heroism but was eager to dive in.

He later realized, perhaps Charles was actually excited, finally having a chance to fulfill his death wish.

Charles was a madman!

"Luckily, later on, you met Sophie," after a lengthy silence, Frederick spoke in a strained voice.

Without meeting Sophie Wilson, just as Charles said, he would either have died inside the illegal company, or he would have become a misused blade once the company was dismantled, until eventually getting broken.

"Mm," a faint yet blissful smile surfaced on Charles’s lips, it was fortunate he met Sophie.

"You handled Elder Roscente’s case well, but don’t reveal the reasons to the patient or their family," Frederick warned Charles.

He worried that if Charles explained, it would infuriate the Roscente Clan.

Of course, the Roscente Clan would surely want to punch Charles, but... it seemed they couldn’t win.

Talented yet infuriating... Charles Seymour was truly an exasperating figure.

"I’m not familiar with them anyway," Charles’s indifferent words made Frederick chuckle in frustration, "You’re familiar with me, that’s why you tell me the truth, right?"