When Grandad and Ethan got to the hospital, they were relieved to find Mr Wong already sitting up in bed.
Now, as they watched, he gazed out across the ward for a few moments before slowly shaking his bandaged head. 'I'm, sorry. I just can't remember whether I was pushed or I fell. It all happened so quickly.'
'But it would be a bit of a coincidence if you just fell, wouldn't it?' Grandad demanded impatiently. 'Right after the graffiti and the silent phone calls had begun again.'
Ethan was stunned by this revelation. 'What? And you've told the police about this?'
It was Wong who answered. 'Of course we have. But the property agent had already told them we only made accusations to push up the price.'
Ethan knew all too well that, via this agent, a developer was trying to buy up 80 per cent of the properties in the old building that housed both Wong and Grandad's shops, and thereby ensure the other owners would have to sell.
Wong turned to Grandad with a resolute look on his face. 'But those crooks aren't going to force us out, are they?'