Chapter 470 The Director''s Eviction


    A colleague, who was a bit close to Rachel, suddenly came up to her and hugged her tight. This


    sudden act of kindness stunned her. She was lost for words.


    Her colleague drew a big smile and said, "Well done, Rachel! If that was me in your shoes, I''m


    afraid I would have just taken the me for her."


    Rachel replied with a faint smile, "You''re giving me too much credit. I owe it much to Mr. Zhou. He


    saw through all the deception and proved that I was innocent."


    Rachel left her colleague and went back to her office. She slumped in her chair. Her head felt heavy


    from all that had happened so she tried to rub her temples. The massage seemed to work and she


    grew drowsy. When she was about to fall asleep, she heard the door to her office open. She sat up


    with a jolt. It was James. He slowly walked inside the room and made his way to the sofa. She


    noted how sagely he looked while walking with his hands behind his back. "Were you a little scared


    just now?" he muttered as he sat on the sofa, smiling.


    Rachel beamed back, "Uncle James, do I really look like a coward to you?"


    "No, of course not, my dear." James shook his head in emphasis. He realized how silly that


    question was, so he changed the topic and said, "I believe you''re the only one in this hospital who


    could have handled it."


    "It was not my fault, nor was it my


    responsibility. I didn''t have to bear the burden,"


    Rachel responded yfully while fiddling with the tea cup on the table.


    James didn''t think more about Rachel''s answer. Unbeknownst to him, her thoughts had drifted to


    Jack. She thought how this was a bad time to think about that man.


    After all, their rtionship still needed some mending to do. It was up to Jack to choose which


    woman he wanted to be with. That decision was his own business. She thought to herself that


    worrying about these things was a big waste of time.


    Having noticed that Rachel became unresponsive, James stood up and said with a weary smile, "I


    think it''s gettingte. Why don''t you grab your things and go back home?"


    "Okay."


    Earlier that day, themittee ruled in favor of Rachel''s innocence and her reputation was


    restored. The director acknowledged her mistake and thisplicated matter was finally settled.


    As expected, the director was stripped of her post and was fired from the hospital. On her way out,


    Rachel passed by the director''s office. She caught a glimpse of her sitting at the desk. Her hands


    were stroking the brass namete on the table, as if unwilling to leave.


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    Quite ufortable at the sight, Rachel continued her walk. Suddenly, someone grabbed her by


    the neck! Completely caught off-guard, Rachel spun around and could only stare at her assant in


    horror. Her mouth dropped when she realized that it was the director!


    The events happened so fast. The director''s hands clutched her neck tighter. Rachel grew afraid at


    the contorted face of her assant and at those murderous eyes. Profanities were hurled towards


    her and her face was now covered in spit.


    Having realized the danger she was in, Rachel tried to loosen her attacker''s grip but she was just


    not strong enough. It was getting more difficult to breath. Her eyes grew heavier and heavier. She


    felt her consciousness fading away.


    Meanwhile, several hospital staff witnessed the scene but all were frozen in ce. They could ot


    believe nor understand what was happening before their eyes. Things were quickly getting out of


    hand.


    "Help! Quick! Rachel is going to die!" A scream shattered the silence. Apparently someone realized


    how purple Rachel''s face had be.


    And just like that, they scrambled towards the two women. Some people tackled the director and


    pinned her to the floor. On the other hand, Rachel, already weakened by the pain andck of air,


    copsed on the floor. Fortunately, someone managed to cushion her fall. A small crowd gathered


    around the poor woman as the director was being taken away.


    One of her colleagues cradled her head, gently tapped her on the cheek, and asked, "Are you okay,


    Rachel? Stay with us. Don''t lose consciousness."


    Rachel looked at her workmate with unsteady eyes. She opened her mouth. She wanted to assure


    her that she was still fine but no words came out of her lips. Everything around her was getting


    blurry. People''s faces melded with each other and worried voices turned gibberish. She fainted.


    The next thing she knew, she was already lying in bed. A white nket covered her lower torso.


    She wondered how long she was passed out. A figure by the foot of the bed caught her attention.


    She squinted and saw the anxious face of Lea.


    Having realized that Rachel was now awake, Lea moved to the side of the bed. She looked at her


    friend and asked worriedly, "Rachel, are you alright? How are you feeling? Do you feel


    ufortable? Do you want me to call in the doctor, now?"


    "No, thanks." Rachel struggled to utter these two words. She felt parched. She nced around, saw


    the tea cup on the bedside table, and said, "I''m thirsty."


    Lea walked to the bedside table, ced a straw in the cup and filled the cup with cold water. Rachel


    was so thirsty that she finished the cup in just one sip. After that, she felt relief in her throat and her


    voice gradually returned to normal.


    Rachel looked at Lea and asked, "What happened?"


    She had no recollection of why she was in bed.


    Having observed that her friend had finished drinking, Lea took the teacup and ced it on the


    bedside table with a thud. "I''m angry about all this! Who the hell does your ex-director think she is?


    First, she made some horrible things and made you the scapegoat. Now that the truth is out, she


    had the gall to strangle you!"


    Anger was stered all over Lea''s face.


    Rachel felt the contempt in her friend''s voice. She started to process everything she had heard.


    Little by little, vague memories of what had transpired that day came back to her.


    She closed her eyes. She remembered the director''s murderous face and how her hands gripped


    her neck. She remembered being suffocated to death.


    Quite emotional at this point, Rachel grabbed Lea by the cuff. She pointed her chin to the bed and


    indicated her friend to sit next to her. "Where is she now?" she asked.


    "She was sent to the police station. That scumbag almost got you killed! Of course we want her to


    rot behind bars." Lea noticed that the nket was about to fall off the bed. She took it and neatly


    folded it back.


    Rachel pursed her lips and with a deep breath muttered, "Well, it''s good to hand her what she


    deserves so she won''t forget all the wrong she has done."


    Back then, Rachel was indifferent towards the director. She had always considered her as a


    colleague who worked in the same department. She didn''t mind her attitude that much. For Rachel,


    it was more important to perform the tasks assigned to her by the director as best as she could.


    However, this time, she had gone too far!


    Rachel was not the type to let others bully her around. Sure, she looked calm and collected most of


    the time, but she knew when to fight back in order to protect herself.


    After having talked for quite some time, Lea finally quieted down. She remained silent for a few


    minutes and finally addressed her friend, "I don''t see Jack anywhere. Where is he? Why can''t I get


    in touch with him?"


    "He didn''t pick up when you called him?" Rachel asked. She lowered her gaze and pretended to


    look at her fingers.


    Lea replied, "I didn''t call him, Henry did. He told me Jack was not answering his calls."


    "I see," Rachel replied in a somber tone.


    Lea got up again and went to the bedside table. She picked an apple and started peeling off the


    skin with a knife. At first, she didn''t notice the gradual change in Rachel''s behavior, but as soon as


    she realized it, she suddenly raised her head and blurted out, "By the way, what did you mean when


    you said that? Have you already known that Jack wouldn''t answer his phone?"


    Rachel made a deep sigh and thought, ''Lea, can you please let this one pass?''


    Her hope that her friend remained oblivious was soon extinguished. Lea put down the half-peeled


    apple and went to her side. She raised her fine and well-trimmed eyebrows at Rachel and asked,


    "Tell me the truth, now. What happened? The two of you already made up, right?"


    "I have no idea." Rachel rubbed her temples. "I tried calling him, but he didn''t answer my calls. He


    didn''t go home. I also have no idea where he is."


    Lea leaned in closer and was about to ask more when she noticed the distraught on her friend''s


    face. Rachel pulled the nket over her and muttered in a low voice, "I''m a little tired now, Lea. I


    want to get some sleep. I really appreciate your visit but I''m fine now. I need some time alone."


    Rachel couldn''t sleep well that night. When she woke up, she still felt tired. She always felt that a


    pair of hands was somewhere around her neck. This time, the pair of hands was gentle. However,


    just the thought of hands around her neck rattled her a great deal. She was afraid that these hands


    would turn out to be the drector''s and would start to strangle her again.


    Then, she tried rising up but she couldn''t move. She knew she was not dreaming anymore. After


    several attempts, it dawned to her that she might be under sleep paralysis. She already wanted to


    wake up but her eyelids seemed to be shut tight. It was as if her eyelids are glued together by an


    unknown force.


    Jack stood by her bedside. He was obviously looking, with a frown, at the purple bruises around her


    neck. His eyes were full of pity and guilt.


    He hadn''t taken good care of her and what happened to Rachel had been his fault entirely.


    Just then, Julie stepped into the room with a lunch box in hand. She gently ced it on the table


    and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fu, I believe you haven''t eaten anything for today. Please, have some


    of this first."


    Jack responded hoarsely, "I don''t have any appetite right now. Just leave it there." "Well, if that''s the


    case, why don''t you have some of this soup, then? This will warm your belly up." Julie poured some


    soup in to a bowl and handed it over to Jack. It was warm in his hands and the aroma of boiled


    chicken and chives wafted into his nose. Julie remarked, "The doctor told me that Miss Shen is


    going to be fine. You don''t have to worry so much, Mr. Fu."


    "Okay. I understand." Jack sighed. Despite the nice smell, he put the bowl of soup aside. He


    reached out and grabbed Rachel''s left hand. He marveled at how delicate and small her hand was.


    He squeezed it, brought it to his lips, and nted a gentle kiss. A moment after, he gave Julie a


    very serious look. The intensity of that stare rmed her a little bit. She slowly opened her mouth


    and asked, "Mr. Fu, is there anything wrong with Miss Shen? Is she...?"


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