Chapter 173
"Yeah." Michael gave a slight nod.
Mandy's eyes flickered. "So, how's she doing?"
Michael frowned, not giving a straight answer.
Seeing his hesitation, Mandy feigned concern. "Michael, is she in bad shape? Is it serious?"
"Alright, Mandy, don't stress about it." Michael ruffled her hair. "I'll have Dr. Rogers take good care of you and sort this out."
"Sort it out?" Mandy was taken aback, covering her mouth. "Why fix it? Didn't you say it could be managed and integrated?"
"No, that second personality is too unstable. It could be dangerous for you," Michael said seriously.
Mandy nodded. "Got it, I'll follow your lead." She looked down, clenching her fists and thinking sadly, 'So, in his eyes, the real me is an unstable presence.'
"Dr. Rogers," Michael turned to Harold beside him.
"Yes, Mr. Smith?" Harold smiled, adjusting his glasses.
Michael nodded. "I need a detailed treatment plan. Keep me updated on Mandy's condition."
"Of course," Harold agreed.
With that, Michael and Mandy were ready to leave. As they stepped outside, they saw Gregory approaching.
"Is the initial consultation done?" Gregory stopped and looked at them.
"Yeah, it's done. What brings you here?" Mandy smiled.
Gregory, hands in his white coat pockets, said, "Just finished surgery and thought I'd find you here. How's Mandy?" he asked Michael.
Michael rubbed his temples. "It's pretty serious; her alternate personality is already developed."
"Really? That does sound serious." Worry flashed in Gregory's eyes. "What's the plan now?"
Mandy intertwined her fingers. "Michael plans to eliminate that personality."
"Really?" Gregory raised an eyebrow.
Michael lifted his chin. "Yes, that threat needs to be eliminated."
Mandy lowered her head, hiding her expression.
Gregory noticed her reaction and said softly, "It needs to be done gradually."
"I know, I'll have Dr. Rogers do his best. We should go now," Michael looked at his watch and said coldly.
Gregory stepped aside with a polite gesture. Michael walked ahead, Mandy close behind. As she passed, she turned and winked at Gregory, who responded with a slight smile. This subtle gesture conveyed a message that Michael missed.
Back at Skyline Corporation, Rachel and John were buried in work. Rachel had surgery scheduled in two days and needed to be hospitalized for a few days. The work had to be completed in advance.
In the afternoon, John received a call from his assistant, asking him to return for a meeting. He put down his pen, stretched, and stood up.
"How much is left?" John patted Rachel's shoulder and asked.
Rachel shook her aching head. "There's still so much work!" she said, gesturing with her hand high above her head.
John nodded. "You can't handle this much alone. I'll take half back to the company and bring it back to you in two days."
"Thank you, John." Rachel took a sip of tea.
John waved his hand. "Don't mention it. Even though the company is stable now, I'm still the director; it's my duty to help you." With that, he picked up a portion of the documents.
Rachel called her secretary, "Lily, escort John out."
Lily quickly concealed the joy in her eyes and nodded formally. "Yes, Ms. Williams."
Then, she gestured to John, who glanced at Rachel and said, "I'm heading out now."
"Go ahead." Rachel waved her hand.
After John and Lily left, Rachel stretched her neck and continued working. Just then, Joseph called.
"Hello?" Rachel put the phone to her ear.
Joseph's voice softened. "It's me."
"I know; what's up?" Rachel rubbed her temples.
"Can't I call without a reason?" Joseph leaned against his motorcycle and said casually.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "You're free, I'm not. Just say what you need to."
"Alright." Joseph quickly became serious. "You mentioned going to the hospital today. How's the surgery?"
"Not done yet, the hospital has surgeries scheduled these two days, so I made an appointment for two days later," Rachel answered while organizing documents.
Joseph sighed in relief. "I thought you weren't going to do it."
"Of course, I will," Rachel said firmly.
Joseph hesitated. "Does your friend know about this?"
Rachel paused with her pen. "I didn't tell him; it's my decision."
"But," Joseph pursed his lips, "shouldn't he be responsible?"
Rachel continued flipping through documents. "No need, that night was an accident. Alright, anything else? I'm very busy."
Joseph reluctantly hung up the phone, looking frustrated. He scratched his head, thinking of that surveillance footage, feeling even more uneasy. Rachel was drunk that night, but Michael was sober. How could he not be responsible?
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