Chapter 891 Medical Disturbance
The patient's family member rushed over and shoved Lyra to the ground.
She fell hard, her forehead hitting a chair in the hallway, making her feel dizzy and disoriented.
Jeffery helped her up, glaring at the family members as he noticed the blood on her forehead. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
One of the family members sneered, "What do you think? You have the nerve to ask, you quack. If it weren't for you, my daughter would have had a few more years to live. Now she's dead! It's all your fault!"
Jeffery was shocked but couldn't ignore Lyra's painful whimper in his arms.
He furrowed his brow and, before the group could advance further, scooped Lyra up, causing several nurses to gasp. He shot a cold glance at the family members.
"There's a limit to how much trouble you can cause. If you don't want anyone to get hurt, back off."
Under Jeffery's icy stare, the family members hesitated and stepped aside.
Jeffery quickly carried Lyra to the examination room.
As they walked, Lyra regained consciousness, her eyelashes fluttering before she managed to open her eyes. Her voice was weak, "Mr. Gray, I didn't do it. Please believe me."
Seeing her pale yet stubborn face, Jeffery felt a surge of inexplicable anger. "You're in this state, and you're still thinking about that?"
"I'm sorry, really, I'm so sorry."
Jeffery's brow furrowed, a complex mix of emotions rising within him. Initially, he thought Lyra was resilient and a promising talent worth nurturing. But after discovering she had drugged him, he felt deeply disappointed, wondering if he had misjudged her.
Now, that disappointment was gone, replaced by helplessness and a hint of pity.
Especially when he thought about how Lyra had recklessly rushed forward earlier.
Facing the aggressive family members, hadn't she considered her safety?
This wasn't the time to dwell on such thoughts. Jeffery's expression softened slightly, his tone gentle yet firm, "Alright, stop thinking about that. I'm taking you for an examination."
After the examination, it turned out to be just a mild concussion.
Half an hour later, Lyra had a bandage wrapped around her head. She touched the edge of the bandage, looking at Jeffery in his white coat, his cold and distant demeanor making her unsure of what to say.
What she had said earlier was completely under the influence of her disorientation.
Jeffery stared at her for a moment, his gaze intense.
Thinking about her previous actions, Lyra instinctively lowered her head.
"Lift your head. Don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
His words hung in the air for a long time, and Lyra kept her head down, unable to meet his eyes, like a criminal unable to face their victim.
Of course, she wasn't a criminal, but she had defined herself as one in her mind.
Jeffery felt a surge of frustration. "You have only this one chance. Think carefully. If you don't speak now, even if you want to explain later, I won't listen. Besides, this will affect your job."
Lyra was startled, looking at Jeffery's nearly cold gaze, her heart pounding.
Was he saying he wouldn't give her another chance?
Yes, it was never supposed to happen. She was a sinner, but why did it still hurt so much inside?
Even though she had made mistakes, her efforts weren't fake. Did she really have to let her desired future be ruined by others' coercion and her shame?
Time ticked away, and Jeffery's patience was running out. He frowned, "Since you don't want to talk, I won't force you."
At that moment, Lyra shouted, "I'll talk!"
Her voice trembled, her fingers twisted together, and her eyes blinked frequently. Every gesture and expression showed her extreme hesitation and nervousness.
Jeffery didn't rush her, waiting for her to continue.
Lyra took a deep breath and recounted everything that had happened over the past few days, including the photos she had secretly taken. After she finished, she felt like a heavy burden had been lifted, feeling much lighter.
Jeffery had been frowning since she started talking.
Noticing this, Lyra regretted her reaction, realizing she had relaxed too soon. "I'm sorry. If you want to report me, I won't argue."
She admitted that part of her reason for confessing was to save her career, but the bigger reason was that she didn't want Jeffery to remain in the dark.
She had already wasted his trust once.
Even for her conscience, Lyra felt he deserved to know, and her fate should be decided by him.
Jeffery was indeed angry at first.
Who wouldn't be angry? Someone had secretly taken photos of him without his knowledge. If it were anything else, this would be a big deal!
But seeing Lyra's remorse, he couldn't bring himself to blame her.
Finally, after a thousand thoughts, he simply said, "What about the intern?"
Lyra was stunned.
Jeffery patiently repeated, "I asked about the intern who instigated you. Since you weren't the mastermind, find the mastermind and get to the bottom of this."
He couldn't just let himself be secretly photographed without knowing what the photos were for.
Lyra snapped out of it and quickly mentioned the WhatsApp account, which belonged to the intern.
"That intern joined the hospital not long ago, Mr. Gray. You might not remember her."
To her surprise, Jeffery said confidently, "No, I remember. I remember everyone in the hospital."
Lyra was dumbfounded. With so many people coming and going in the hospital, he remembered them all.
What an incredible memory.
Jeffery didn't know she was silently marveling and had no intention of explaining. He quickly found the intern's account on WhatsApp and opened it, frowning.
When he added this person, he hadn't paid much attention. To Jeffery, it was just adding an insignificant contact. They had exchanged a few simple messages, with the intern trying to start a conversation, but he wasn't interested.
The conversation fizzled out, and he hadn't checked the intern's profile until now. It was empty, with nothing there.
It looked like a dummy account.
A premeditated approach.
Jeffery's eyes darkened. He was naturally distant in the hospital, and when he let his guard down, he became even more unapproachable.
Lyra felt even more guilty, thinking Jeffery's anger was all because of her. "I'm sorry, Mr. Gray. I was desperate for money and didn't think it through. You can call the police and have me arrested."
Jeffery snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see Lyra on the verge of tears, taken aback.
No one knew Lyra better than he did.
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