Chapter 737



“Mr. Clark, there’s one more aspect that perplexes me,” Gordon said thoughtfully.

Lucas raised his eyes to look at him, gesturing for him to proceed.

Gordon continued, “What could have been the person’s intention behind capturing photos of Belinda and Darwin and then disseminating them within their social circle? Was it an attempt to tarnish Belinda’s reputation?”

Indeed, discussions about the matter had been rampant over the past few days. Many were convinced that Belinda was quite shameless—managing to keep Lucas entirely under her influence while simultaneously maintaining ties with the CEO of the BergWind Group.

Lucas frowned slightly at this notion. “Perhaps, who knows? Or there could be an entirely different motive at play—something we’re not yet aware of.” After a brief pause filled with contemplation, he continued decisively, “Since we’ve identified Kylee as suspicious, I want you to dispatch someone to monitor her closely and observe whom she has been associating with lately.”

“Okay,” Gordon replied immediately with a nod in agreement.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

gⱯlnσν𝓮𝓁s﹒𝒸оm opens doors to fiction During these three days, Belinda’s patient—Braden Truman from Bed 44—had been causing quite a ruckus in the hospital. Every single day brought forth a new excuse from him to incite trouble and create chaos. The patient himself was not alone in this endeavor; his family members added fuel to the fire. Whether it was complaints about chest pain, exaggerated palpitations, or bouts of shortness of breath—they always managed to find a reason to voice their grievances.

However, after examinations, there were no issues with the patient, and none of his vital indicators showed any sudden irregularities. So, it became evident that they were intentionally causing disturbances in hopes of securing a new attending physician.

“Doctor Wright, are you truly competent or not? My father has been lamenting about his chest pain for days now. Do you have any means at your disposal to treat him effectively?” Jillian Truman, Braden’s daughter, began to stir trouble once again during the morning rounds.

Belinda looked at Jillian calmly. “I’ve already assessed him thoroughly. At present, there are absolutely no abnormalities detected in his condition.”

Jillian scoffed derisively and retorted angrily, “No abnormalities? If there are truly no abnormalities whatsoever, then why does my father continue expressing discomfort? I believe you’re simply incompetent and unable to discern what’s wrong with him! Transfer my father to a different doctor’s care immediately; do not delay my father’s treatment any further!”

Belinda’s expression remained stoic and unchanged despite Jillian’s outburst. “Changing doctors is not an option,” she stated resolutely.

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