Chapter 761


    The woman bit down on her lip. Not wanting to dwell on this, she took a deep breath and


    suppressed the tempest within her, then forced out a smile as she pointed out, "Doctor, with all due


    respect, I think the most important thing we need to know now is how that man in the emergency


    room is doing, so we''d be grateful if you could tell us more about that. As for what I used to look


    like..." She trailed off, and a dark gleam came into her eyes, though it passed just as quickly as she


    continued, "I won''t ever show up again in front of any of you once that man recovers from his


    injuries, so I don''t think it means anything for you to know what I used to look like, does it?"


    "She has a point, Dr. Lancaster. I mean, she''s only a stranger to you, and it''s a little strange to ask


    about what she used to look like. It’d be great if you could tell me how President Fuller is doing


    now," Tom urged, nodding in agreement with what the woman said.


    The fluorescent lights bounced off Tim''s sses. He rather agreed as well that this woman was a


    stranger to him, and logically speaking, he ought not to be so interested in the procedure she had


    done even if she made herself look like a toad. But for some reason, there was something urging


    him to find out what she used to look like. He had a feeling that unveiling her past face would reveal


    something most shocking to them all.


    As he thought this, he adjusted his sses and drawled meaningfully, "Fine, then. Let''s talk about


    Toby for now."


    He wasn''t in a rush to find out what the woman used to look like. After all, he had plenty of time after


    this to dig through her past if he wanted. If he set his mind to it, he could uncover anything he


    wanted, unless of course, he suddenly lost interest in it halfway through.


    "Please," Tom urged, his fists clenching at his sides as he eyed Tim imploringly.


    Tim threw a brief look over his shoulder at the emergency room, then looked back at the anxious


    assistant as he exined nonchntly, "He''s fine. He didn''t get hurt from the ident, but he did hit


    the back of his head. That being said, the concussion is not the main cause of concern, nor did he


    ck out because of it."


    Upon hearing that Toby was alright, Tom let out a huge sigh of relief, and he ced a hand on his


    chest as he eximed joyously, "Oh, thank heavens! President Fuller is okay, which means I can


    give Old Madam Fuller a peace of mind. Guess I''ll still get to keep my job!"


    Next to him, the woman in the wheelchair did not seem overjoyed by the news of Toby''s stable


    condition. On the contrary, she seemed a little peeved by the oue, if notpletely frustrated.


    He''s fine? For goodness'' sake, how is that possible? Damn it, why couldn''t the impact have killed


    him on the spot? She had been so deliriously happy when she found out that he had fainted after


    the ident. She was convinced that he had been seriously injured. But as it turned out, he pulled


    through this just fine, and all he had was a concussion. This is... She clenched her fists and gritted


    her teeth, her heart filled with bitter resentment.


    Tom had no idea what was going through her mind right now as he pressed Tim with even more


    urgency, "So what really made him pass out, Dr. Lancaster? Could it be his—" He broke off then, as


    if suddenly catching himself. He turned to look at the woman and bit out tly, "Could you go


    somewhere else? You aren’t allowed to be privy to the rest of this conversation."


    There was no courtesy in his tone, and even though he phrased it as a request, it sounded more


    like amand.


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    "Very well," the woman replied mildly, then wheeled herself toward the other end of the corridor,


    away from the two men who wished to speak in private.


    When she was out of sight, she lowered her head, and her gaze darkened. What did he mean by


    that? If he won''t let me listen in on the conversation, could it mean that there''s something going on


    with Toby''s health that no one should find out about? In that case... A cold smirk tugged on her lips


    as an insidious look shed in her eyes. On the other end of the hallway, Tom turned back to Tim


    after dismissing the woman and asked, "Dr. Lancaster, did President Fuller ck out because of his


    heart?"


    "You could say that." Tim toyed with the scalpel and added indifferently, "The ident must have


    caused his adrenaline to spike, and as a result, it put a strain on his heart. That probably sent his


    system into shock, which exins why he passed out. He''s alright now, and he''ll wake up soon


    enough, but you have to work on finding the heart as soon as possible; he can''t keep going on like


    this." "We''ve already found a donor," Tom said, raking his hand through his hair. "But the donor is


    still alive, which is why we''re still waiting on the heart."


    "Oh?" Tim raised a brow. "How much longer will he have to live?"


    "About half a year."


    Tim nodded slightly. "There''s still time."


    "You''ve put my worries to rest," Tom said with an airyugh, clearly relieved to hear Tim''s


    conclusion. He had been worried that Toby''s heart would not be able to sustain the aftermath of this


    ident without its lifespan shortening, and if that were toe to pass, there was no telling if Toby


    could hold out another half a year longer. Now that Tim had said they would be in time for the heart


    transnt that could save Toby''s life, Tom felt as if a weight had finally been lifted off his chest.


    "Alright, pull yourself together. He''ll be transferred to a hospital room soon, and he''ll have to stay


    here for the night. But I want him out by tomorrow, or he''d just be a waste of space here," Tim


    said coldly, then let out a yawn as he turned to leave.


    Sure enough, Toby was transferred to the normal hospital ward around ten minutester, and the


    nurse hooked him up to the IV for the night.


    Naturally, Tom and the woman in the wheelchair went over to the room as well. However, given that


    there was paperwork to go through for Toby''s hospital admission, Tom had to hurry off to the front


    desk not long after he had stepped foot into the room.


    Before leaving, he had made it a point to chase the girl out of Toby’s hospital room and closed the


    door behind them both. Then, he warned her tersely to stay away from Toby and that she was not to


    come into close contact with him.


    After all, there was no telling what she would do to Toby once Tom left to settle the paperwork.


    Granted, Tom didn''t think she had it in her to kill Toby, but that didn''t mean she wouldn''t take


    advantage of Toby''s unconscious state and force herself on him like some depraved creature. After


    all, with Toby''s fine looks, the possibility of this happening was scarily real.


    With that in mind, Tom warned the woman once more that she must not sneak into the room while


    he was away, and only then did he leave the vicinity.


    s, his warning did nothing, for the woman immediately scoffed and threw Toby''s door wide open


    as soon as Tom walked away. Having done so, she wheeled herself in, paying no heed to Tom''s


    forbidding words at all.


    Meanwhile, Sonia finally arrived at the hospital after what felt like ages.


    She immediately fished out her phone and gave Tom a call, pressing him for details on Toby''s


    condition.


    Upon hearing that Toby would be fine after a night''s rest at the hospital and that he had only


    cked out from a concussion, she was ted. The weight seemed to roll off her chest in an


    instant, and air filled her lungs once more.


    Relieved, she asked where Toby''s room was, then smiled as she kept her phone and made her way


    over. She had every n to take care of Toby until he recovered, but as soon as she opened the


    door to his hospital room, the smile on her face froze.


    Inside the room was a woman who sat by Toby''s bedside while gently dabbing his sleeping face


    with a damp towel, looking like apassionate angel as she did so. In fact, she looked like a good


    wife who was lovingly taking care of her sick husband, and anyone who didn''t know better would


    find it heart-wrenching that she would devote herself to such sacred duties.


    Sonia clenched her jaw. If it weren''t for the fact that the man lying there was her boyfriend, she


    might just get sentimental about this scene and praise the woman for being such a caring wife. But


    it was precisely because the man on the bed was her boyfriend. It wasn''t as if Sonia could be


    ecstatic that some strange woman was taking care of him.


    More importantly, that woman didn''t look like a caretaker at all. She''s in a wheelchair, for goodness''


    sake. How is a caretaker supposed to take care of others if she can''t even walk on her own ?


    What displeased Sonia even more was that the girl actually looked pretty.


    As if not expecting someone to walk in at that moment, the girl turned to look at Sonia in surprise,


    then asked softly, "And you are?"


    Sonia pursed her lips and made no answer. She let go of the doorknob and instantly marched over


    to the bed with a grim look on her face.


    If this was six years ago, she might be heartbroken to find some other woman taking care of the


    man she loved, and she would have run out crying without even asking for an exnation. But now,


    she had outgrown those timid ways of hers, and her mind was clearer than ever.


    She didn''t know who this woman was, and she had never seen her before. She most definitely is


    not rted to Toby in any way, seeing as I''ve never seen her hanging around him before this. At the


    thought of this, Sonia figured that this woman must be the culprit behind the ident, and she


    secretly thanked Tom for having told her about this on the phone earlier.


    With a frigid expression, Sonia came to a stop next to Toby''s bed. She nced at the towel the


    woman was holding, then at the hand that rested on Toby''s chest. A stormy look passed over her


    face as she said icily, "Miss, could you please take your hand off my boyfriend''s chest?”