Chapter 2295 No Will To Live
A conflicted expression crossed Danrique’s face. He had heard Francesca mention that although Lincoln and Layla liked to fight like cat and dog, they had actually gone through life-and-death situations together since they were young. They had shared weal and woe and had been very close.
After Layla’s passing, Lincoln had no will to live either. At the time, he probably already knew that the president didn’t get killed by that gunshot and was worried he would not get another chance after he left. Hence, he was willing to rush over and fire another shot even though it meant risking his life.
“Perhaps he had already considered all the possibilities before going and had no intention of making it out alive,” Sean speculated.
Danrique frowned. “I guess so.”
“Actually, things couldn’t be simpler. I’ve discovered that Mr. Lincoln is locked up in the same dungeon where Ms. Felch was previously imprisoned. I can bribe the guard responsible for keeping watch. Then we can talk to Mr. Lincoln over the phone and find out just what’s going on,” Sean suggested.
Hearing that, Danrique fell silent.
“You think it’s a bad idea?” Sean asked softly.
“There’s no need to ask. Since Mr. Lincoln dared to rush into the International Conference Center to assassinate the president, he must’ve prepared himself to meet his end. Perhaps it’s just as you said. He had no intention of living…”
Danrique looked grave as he continued, “However, whether or not he wants to live is one matter. As for whether I rescue him or not, that’s an entirely different matter.”
“That’s true.”
Realization dawned on Sean. Danrique did not only care about Lincoln’s fate but also Francesca’s feelings.
After all, the whole situation stemmed from Danrique, and he was already overwhelmed with guilt for involving Layla. If something happened to Lincoln, Francesca would probably never forgive him.
“Oh, I nearly forgot,” Sean said, slapping his palm against his forehead. “Ms. Felch called just now to ask about Mr. Lincoln’s condition. I told her you were on the phone and would get back to her later.”
With that, he had someone go and get a new phone, then inserted Danrique’s SIM card into it.
Danrique had smashed his phone earlier.
He stared at the new phone and motioned for the subordinate to take it away.
At this time, I genuinely have no idea how I should face her.
Meanwhile, Francesca had been waiting for Danrique’s call after returning home with no luck.
She was on pins and needles. She took Anthony’s phone and was thinking of calling Danrique when a message from Erihal suddenly came in.
She checked the message curiously, only to find it was an audio recording.
“Danrique, are you not giving me any room for negotiation? I’ve investigated Mr. Lincoln’s identity and figured out he’s your fiancée’s godfather. Now that her godmother is dead, do you think your adorable fiancée will ever forgive you if something bad happens to Mr. Lincoln as well?”
“I don’t care about her forgiveness. Killing you is more important to me!”
“It seems that you don’t even care if Mr. Lincoln lives or dies.”
“Why should I care if someone unrelated to me dies? I can’t believe you think I will compromise for his sake. What a joke!”
“Danrique, you are indeed cold-blooded!”
Those words struck Francesca like a bolt of lightning. She had fully expected that Danrique would do everything to save Lincoln and was even eagerly waiting for his call.
I certainly never thought it’d end up like this. What does a person’s life mean to him? And what do I mean to him? Does nothing matter to him apart from his power and status?
Anthony was also enraged after hearing the recording. “How deplorable of Danrique! How could he say such things? Is he really not going to rescue Mr. Lincoln?”
Francesca did not respond. She gripped the phone while trying her hardest to compose herself.
Suddenly, Anthony thought of a crucial question. “Wait a minute. Who sent the message? Danrique and the president should be the only ones who know about the conversation between them.”
