Chapter 1309

Soulless

Natalie’s eyes lit up as she, too, concurred on the point made.

“I’ve spoken for long enough, madam, so I shan’t continue to impose. I shall take my leave now.” Looking
at the time, Mrs. Wilson realized how late it was and decided against continuing the conversation.

Smiling, Natalie passed the now empty glass back along. “All right. Take care, and do rest up soon, Mrs.
Wilson.”

“Will do.” Mrs. Wilson then exited with a genial laugh.

At the Stanford Hospital, Silas was already waiting at the entrance by the time Shane arrived and quickly
came down the steps as soon as he saw the car turn in. “Mr. Shane,” he greeted.

“Where’s Jackson?” asked Shane as he tossed him the keys.

Silas followed behind as he entered the hospital. “Dr. Baker’s at the morgue.”

“How long has he been there?” asked Shane with a squint.

Silas considered it before he replied, “Almost half an hour. I got here about half an hour ago and inquired
with the person in charge. Dr. Baker had only arrived a few minutes before I did.”



Normally, apart from the police coroner and the person working there, few who were at the morgue to
view the body of the deceased were allowed to hang around for too long.

First of all, it was out of concern of potential tampering with the bodies of the deceased, and secondly,
because the morgue was cold enough to the extent that one could easily fall sick in there.



Shane’s face grew frigid and severe when he heard how long Jackson had been inside.

Coming to the entrance of the morgue, Shane stood by and listened in on the outside. He was unable to
hear anything happening within, regardless. Thus, his eyes narrowed as he turned to the two hospital
security guards behind Silas. “Go inside and bring me the person in there.”

“Understood.” The guards nodded in acknowledgment before they pushed their way past the doors to the
morgue.

Before the duo got here, the hospital had already instructed them to abide by Shane’s orders, hence,
they would abide by whatever Shane demanded.

Very quickly, a discord was heard from behind the doors in the form of Jackson’s angry roar. “Get your
hands off me! Let go of me this instant! I’m not going out, so let go!”

Nobody listened to him though.

Shortly after, Jackson was escorted out by the security guards, with one on either side of him.

Once they loosened their hold, his body immediately collapsed limply on the floor, unable to support
itself.

Silas was astounded. “What happened to him?”

Shane’s lips pursed into a slit. “Your legs…”

Afraid that they would be blamed for Jackson’s inability to stand, the two security guards sought to
explain themselves. “Dr. Baker has stayed inside the morgue for too long. When we found him, he was
already sitting on the floor by the freezer like that. His legs must have gone numb from the cold and are
unable to hold him upright. He should be all right once his body temperature and circulation normalized.”

“I see,” Silas replied, enlightened.



Shane’s tightly held lips also loosened up as he really thought for a moment that something else
inconceivable had happened to Jackson’s lower extremities.

The two guards nodded. “Yeah. There are people passing on in the hospital every day so we’d get family
members coming into the morgue just as often. That’s why we encounter this sort of situation quite a lot.”

“Got it. You may step aside now,” said Shane with a nod.

“Understood,” the pair acknowledged before they stepped out of the way in concert.

Shane lowered his head, and with a deep furrow, he regarded Jackson who was sitting slumped on the
floor, lifeless as a corpse.

“Can you see what you’ve become, Jackson?”

Jackson’s lids lifted briefly before they lowered back down. There was no discernable reaction from him
apart from that, as though he had really become a soulless mound of flesh. He was completely out of
whack, as though he wished that he was dead.

His demeanor ignited the fury inside Shane, who went up and booted him to the floor.

Jackson was sent hurtling backward, and his body skidded along for a good two meters before it
grounded to a halt. For a moment, he could only lay prone, clutching at his chest, coughing vigorously.

It was a sight that shocked not only Silas, but the two security guards standing not too far away as well.

They did not expect such violent conduct from the seemingly distinguished and refined-looking man,
going up and kicking someone without even exchanging pleasantries prior to the way he did.


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