Chapter 315
When Harrington woke up, Suzan watched as the caregiver administered his medication. The afternoon passed without any incidents, just an ordinary day.
Claudine brought some homemade nutritious soup from her house. Harrington had quite an appetite, downing two bowls before asking Claudine to help him downstairs for a walk. Suzan grabbed his jacket for him, expressing her concern, “Dad, how have your eyes been doing lately?”
Harrington was in good spirits, “Much better than before. My vision seems a bit clearer
too.”
“That’s great to hear,” Suzan replied with a smile.
But as soon as they left the room, her smile vanished like a mask slipping off her face.
Why wasn’t there any reaction?
Harrington had a severe allergic reaction to atropine before. An episode during a gallbladder inflammation had caused his throat to swell badly, making it hard for him to breathe and necessitating an emergency hospital visit.
Suzan pulled out her phone and texted, “Are you sure you gave me the right medication?”
The reply came quickly, “Absolutely, it came from a doctor friend of mine.”
Suzan couldn’t figure out what went wrong.
She had orchestrated the accident so perfectly with Jeremy there to distract Curtis, making it less likely for him to suspect anything.
Men were visual creatures, after all. Leanne had been left with scars from a burn. Could Curtis still stand to look at her?
But the plan failed when the person lost nerve at the last moment, leaving Leanne with only minor injuries.
Curtis had overreacted, spending the entire night reviewing surveillance footage and scouring all of Stonebridge for leads.
As for whether he could find anyone, or how long it would take, Suzan didn’t want to bet on it, nor did she want to sit around waiting.
She knew her father well who was domineering, proud, and impatient. If his eyes suffered, he would be furious and wouldn’t let Leanne off easily.
A medical mishap would be enough to ruin Leanne, and public opinion wouldn’t care about her innocence. She could lose her job, and no one would bother about her minor
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injuries.
But why didn’t the medication work?
Repeated failures plunged Suzan into despair. She was starting to panic. If Curtis traced it back to her, it was all over.
Clutching her phone tightly, Suzan realized the best tactic now was to make herself look like the victim.
Meanwhile, Leanne was swamped with work. During lunch, Amy slid up next to Leanne and sneakily showed her what was on her phone screen.
“What’s this?” Leanne glanced at it.
It was a message from a non-official group chat among hospital colleagues, buzzing with gossip about a big shot who had stormed into the security office to check surveillance tapes because his wife was hurt at the hospital.
The rumor went that in a fit of rage for his beloved, the big shot had even dragged the hospital director out of bed in the middle of the night. Given that their director was of high rank, this mystery visitor must be someone powerful.
The news had leaked from a security guard and started off plausible, but the story had twisted, with increasing amounts of scandalous details.
“I heard it’s Mr. Curtis’ mistress who was here for a pregnancy check-up. His wife had someone mess with the baby…”
Leanne didn’t know whether to believe it was the mistress or the wife in the story.
Pushing the phone back to Amy, she said, “Even screenplay writers couldn’t come up with
this stuff.”
Amy, barely touching the last piece of fried chicken she had snagged, whispered eagerly, “Was that bump into you really on purpose?”
Leanne didn’t answer.
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