"I..."
Quennel's explanation made Lionel realize he might have a point.
As he stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence, Quennel continued, "Since you have such a big problem with how I'm handling this, then you can deal with it yourself!"
With that, Quennel hung up without a hint of hesitation.
Hearing the dial tone, Lionel froze for a few seconds before it sank in that Quennel was, in fact, handling the situation, just not as quickly as he'd expected.
And, just as he said, the letter could have been scheduled in advance.
If Quennel dealt with the men now, then even if Hannah went to the meeting place, no one would be there, and she would be safe.
But if he didn't, Hannah would still go, and what if she ended up in the same state he was in? That would be a disaster!
Most importantly, he couldn't leave the hospital. His wounds hadn't healed, and his leg was injured, making it impossible to walk properly.
He was completely useless to Hannah right now. The only person who could help was Quennel.
After much deliberation, Lionel called him again.
But it seemed the other man was genuinely angry, as the call went unanswered.
After several more attempts, Quennel finally picked up.
However, he remained silent on the other end.
"Quennel, please, go deal with those people right away."
Lionel lowered his voice, his tone pleading.

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