Chapter 834


    The Runaway Groom Chapter 834


    Neil’swyer certainly questioned that statement. “That’s merely an excuse. Are you saying that the


    patient would have died if the surgery was not performed?”


    Irene’swyer in turn provided everything from physical evidence to material witness.


    Ray Hall, one of the doctors in charge during the surgery, was willing to testify for Irene as well—that


    Dennis would have died if not for the surgery!


    Even the initial diagnosis, the surgical process, and Dennis’s medical history pointed to that.


    “You may consult other specialists for a third-party opinion with these data to verify if Dennis Turner


    had faced mortality. But one way or another, it is clear that without said surgery, Mr. Turner would be


    dead.”


    Neil whispered something into hiswyer’s ear then and thewyer nodded before saying, “That may


    be the case, but was the surgery performed in adherence to regtions?”


    The intiff had noeback with the defendants’ evidence and testimonies, so they could only


    repeatedly insist that Irene had broken regtions!


    They were ignoring the oue and kepting after Irene, because Neil had messed up—he never


    tried to find out what happened.


    All he knew was that Irene had decided to perform the surgery on her own and he vented his frustration


    on her.


    But following herwyer’s dissection of the incident, Neil knew very well that his father would be dead


    instead of just being unconscious.


    Even so, he refused to withdraw thewsuit because he felt aggrieved and did not want to take this


    lying down.


    He was the victim, but ended up beaten up by Irene’s bodyguard!


    Irene had no right, and he would see thiswsuit through to the end!


    On the other hand, Irene did break regtions despite his intentions, and the court case entered a


    stalemate.


    The court soon announced that they were adjourned for the day, to be resumed a weekter!


    Finn Crowe said, “If they still won’t give in, I’ll ask everyone from Hotmesh Research toe and


    prove it to you.”


    Irene shook her head. “It won’t work.”


    The intiff only cared that she had broken regtions, not that she had saved Dennis!


    And Irene could not argue against that.


    “Let’s go,” she said, getting in her car.


    “You should go on ahead, ma’am,” herwyer told her, and was not leaving with her.


    Irene wound down the window to look at him and nodded. “Sure.”


    “I’ll gather further evidence,” he assured her.


    “Thank you. Sorry for the trouble. You should leave soon.”


    “Of course, ma’am,” thewyer replied.


    However, he remained at the front gates of the courthouse after Irene left, until a luxurious ck sedan


    made its way toward him.


    Isaac alighted and asked, “How did it go?”


    “The intiff is clearly after your wife, Mr. Jefferson,” thewyer answered. “He’s adamant that she


    broke regtions, and it’s obvious that he’s angry. It might be out of spite.”


    Isaac mused to himself for a moment before asking, “Would money settle it?”


    “He’s not after money,” thewyer said, shaking his head.


    “Yeah,” Isaac narrowed his eyes. “When would the court case resume?”


    “In a week.”


    “I see.” Isaac said. “You may go now.”


    Certain people were simply unreasonable, which was why they needed unreasonable measures to


    resolve the issue.


    …


    Neil had a long talk with hiswyer before leaving, and he then drove straight for the hospital to visit his


    father.


    On his way home, however, he ran into somebody in his car!


    Stan Hill certainly did not expect to arrange something so rotten as soon as he transferred back to the


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    Did he not at least deserve a party celebrating his return, or at least a nice dinner?!


    He was immediately sent here to stage an ident instead!


    Thank goodness that the driver was sharp and managed to jam his foot on the brakes, so he was only


    knocked off his feet.


    If the driver had reacted too slowly, he might be dead!


    Still, hey still on the road—it was the first time he was staging an ident and he had to y the


    part.


    “Ouch, it hurts everywhere, my leg, I can’t get up…” he chanted, having learned it from TV.


    Neil soon alighted and when he saw that Stan was not at all hurt, said, “Here—it’s 200 bucks. You’re


    not that hurt, so let’s just settle it now.”


    “What do you mean I’m not hurt?! My legs, my hip, my eyes, even my mouth hurts! It hurts everywhere,


    and I can’t even stand it!” Stan cried, refusing to even stand.


    Neil frowned and growled unhappily, “You’re faking it, aren’t you?”