Chapter 759: When the Wall Falls, Everyone Pushes Back

California, USA.

It was noon, which should have been the busiest time of the day in Amos's mansion. In the past, servants would shuttle around every corner of the house, moving things, pruning branches and leaves, or baking snacks, or receiving visiting guests.

But today, Amos's private mansion was dead silent.

After the scandal at the last birthday party, Amos fainted on the spot and was in urgent condition. He was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Fortunately, Dr. Ken's first aid was in place and saved Amos' life.

But his life was still there, but his healthy body was gone forever: he had severe insomnia recently and took a lot of hypnotic drugs. Because he married a young wife, he was unable to do it, and relied on powerful aphrodisiacs to barely save a little dignity as a man - his body had long become a weak shell that could not withstand the slightest disturbance.

Amos was paralyzed on one side and had difficulty speaking.

To make matters worse, the hospital that saved Amos' life said that they could not continue to treat Amos. The reason they gave was:

Amos was no longer in danger of death and could not continue to occupy public resources. He could just go home to recuperate. The hospital was crowded with reporters, media and angry people, who seriously affected the order of the hospital.

So, early this morning, Amos quietly returned home from the hospital under the escort of Nolan and Dr. Ken.

Amos's mansion was in a mess - rotten vegetables, eggs and garbage were all "gifts" from the people of California.

Amos's name became the hottest word in the American media.

Because people hated Amos's actions too much, they regarded John and Marlene Taylor, who hurt Amos, as heroes.

At this moment, he was lying on the bed in his bedroom, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Dr. Ken held a thick book, sat quietly on the chair beside the bed, and read the book seriously.

Nolan stood outside the bedroom.

On the wall opposite the bed, there was a giant screen TV, which was playing a boring GG.

After a GG ended, the screen changed and a familiar face appeared. It was Amos's little wife: Marlene Taylor.

Marlene Taylor moved out of Amos's private residence on the night of the banquet incident.

The TV screen was playing a clip of a reporter interviewing Marlene Taylor:

Marlene Taylor, who was interviewed, put on a "victim" makeup, looking pale and fragile. Her hair was a little messy, and her big eyes were full of tears, condensed on her eyelashes. When her eyelashes trembled, the tears rolled down from her eyelashes.

She was wearing a light yellow coat, which could not cover her obvious pregnant belly.

All this made people feel pity.

The reporter took the microphone and asked her: "Mrs. Joyce--"

Marlene Taylor wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief and interrupted the reporter softly: "Please don't call me Mrs. Joyce."

The reporter changed the topic obediently: "Ms. Taylor, I want to interview you about the news about you and your husband... Amos Joyce. You said that you were forced to marry him by Amos's political tactics?"

Marlene Taylor sobbed: "Yes... John Joyce and I were originally in love and were a couple. However... wuwu... Amos fell in love with me and was determined to take me for himself! In order to get me, he threatened John. Poor John... …And Amos, you don’t know how powerful he is. I can never escape from his clutches. What’s more hateful is that he threatened me with my family. For my family, I had to give myself to him—”

“In fact, my lover has always been John. I believe John thinks so too.”

“Here, I implore the public to think from my perspective. What can I, an ordinary girl, do when facing a powerful politician?”

It must be said that such a delicate girl, crying and speaking pitifully, naturally easily won people’s sympathy and trust.

Amos on the bed made a “ho ho” sound.

Dr. Ken put down the book in his hand and looked at Amos.

Amos was angry and stared at the TV screen.

After taking a look at the screen, Dr. Ken immediately stood up and walked over to turn off the TV: "Sir, I suggest you watch less of these reports. Your health is the most important-"

"I, I...bitch...defamed, defamed my, my, reputation," Amos uttered a single syllable with difficulty, "Lawyer! I, I want to...sue her!"

"Sir, I understand your anger very well, but you don't have to care too much..." Dr. Ken paused with a malicious look, "And, I can't fulfill your request for you. Because your legal team announced to the public yesterday that they want to terminate the agreement with you."

Amos' face turned pale.

After a while, Amos suddenly shouted loudly: "No, Nolan!"

Nolan pushed the door open.

He walked to the bedside, looking down at Amos, whose face was distorted by illness, with a calm expression as before: "My master, what do you want?"

"Look for, look for, my sheepdog..." Amos said to Nolan without caring about any taboos, "I want... him..."

Nolan's blue eyes flashed with a trace of regret.

He shrugged: "I'm sorry, Mr. Amos, I regret to inform you that your sheepdog team has been detained in an overseas prison by the American government, and no one is allowed to visit."

Amos' eyes widened instantly.