Chapter 892 Premeditated
Lyra might look delicate, with her slender arms and legs that seem like they could be knocked over with a push, but Jeffery knew just how tough she was.
While others put in effort, she had to put in several times more. He often worked late into the night due to surgeries, and every time he left, he would see her still there, burning the midnight oil over medical papers long after everyone else had gone home.
That was why he had developed a sense of appreciation for her talent and wanted to give her a chance.
Thinking back, he realized he had never seen Lyra cry.
But now, her eyes were red.
She hadn't cried when the Hill family kept demanding money, nor when Aaron threatened her. But facing Jeffery, who had helped her before, she couldn't control her emotions.
"I know I let you down. Don't worry, I'll find an excuse to resign tomorrow and leave. If you don't want to call the police, I'll turn myself in."
Jeffery frowned. "Who said you had to leave?"
Both of them were stunned by his words.
Lyra was surprised because she didn't expect him to say that, and Jeffery was equally surprised that he was letting her off so easily.
No, based on what she had explained, she wasn't an accomplice, just a poor soul who had been deceived.
Jeffery rubbed his temples, feeling a rare sense of helplessness. "I never intended to make you leave. Besides, your professional knowledge is solid. I need to train an assistant, and there's no one else in the entire hospital who fits the bill but you."
Lyra blinked, her wide almond eyes looking dazed.
Jeffery continued, "Stop blaming yourself. It's not your fault. The most important thing right now is to find that intern."
Lyra tried to get up immediately, but the movement pulled at her injuries, causing her to gasp in pain.
She had not only hit her head but also had bruises on her elbows and knees. The internal injuries weren't severe, but the external ones were quite bad.
Jeffery quickly pressed her back down, his previously gentle tone turning stern. "What are you doing? You're a medical professional; don't you know to follow a doctor's orders?"
Lyra mumbled.
She stole a glance at Jeffery. From this angle, she could only see his profile, his chiseled jawline giving him a cold, aloof look.
"I'll handle this. You need to rest for the next couple of days."
Lyra thought about the patients' families who had caused trouble earlier. "But what about those patients' families?"
Jeffery was already busy enough. As the hospital director and a top-tier doctor, many people wanted to book appointments with him. On his busiest days, he had three or four surgeries, barely stopping to catch his breath.
Now he had to deal with the intern's mess and handle the medical disputes. Lyra couldn't even imagine how busy he must be.
Jeffery glanced at her, seemingly reading her thoughts. "Do you think this is too much for me to handle?"
Lyra fell silent. She was given two days off, but even then, she helped organize some medical records to lighten Jeffery's load.
To others, she had clearly become Jeffery's assistant.
However, finding the intern proved difficult. The intern had already left the hospital.
Lyra couldn't believe it. "She was here just a couple of days ago. How did she leave so suddenly?"
The nurse shook her head, glancing at Jeffery beside her, suppressing her curiosity. "I don't know. She said there was an emergency at home and she had to leave immediately."
Lyra felt a heavy weight in her heart, her fingers clenching tightly. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like a trap. Could it really be such a coincidence? It felt more like the intern knew she would be exposed and left before they could question her, cutting off any leads.
Unlike Lyra, Jeffery seemed unfazed. He had expected this. "Thanks for your help."
He then looked at Lyra, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before turning away. Lyra followed suit.
The nurse couldn't hold back and called out to her, "Dr. Chapman, when did you and Mr. Gray become so close? And is it true that Mr. Gray wants to train you as his assistant?"
Lyra's expression changed. Jeffery had mentioned it, but it wasn't confirmed yet, so she couldn't spread it around. "I'm not sure."
She quickly left, afraid the nurse would keep questioning her.
In the hallway, Jeffery was still there, hands in his pockets, standing in his white coat. People passed by, but no one dared to disturb him. It looked like he was waiting for her.
Lyra's heart rate slowed as she walked over quietly, opening her mouth but closing it again, not wanting to interrupt the moment.
Jeffery turned around on his own, glancing at her. "We'll find someone to investigate. The name and identity can't be fake."
Realizing he was talking about the intern, Lyra nodded.
Suddenly, a loud shout came from behind, "You quack, stop right there!"
Lyra was startled and turned to see the same family members who had caused trouble a few days ago—a couple and a young man. This time, they weren't empty-handed. Each of them carried weapons—bricks and wooden sticks.
Lyra's heart raced. "Mr. Gray, let's go. Don't stay here!"
Jeffery shielded her, his voice cold. "You go call the police."
"But how can I leave you alone? Don't come any closer! This is a hospital; there are cameras. If you hurt anyone, the police won't let you off!"
The couple looked older, the man appearing to be in his fifties, holding his wife and glaring at them. "What good will the police do? Even if God himself came, I need justice for my daughter."
Lyra was confused.
Jeffery remained vigilant, seeing that she hadn't left, he shot her a glance. From his cold eyes, she saw a hint of concern. "Didn't I tell you to go? Why are you still here?"
Lyra took a deep breath, determined. "I won't leave. You let me stay at the hospital. I owe you. I won't leave you alone."
Her words, though seemingly foolish, deeply moved Jeffery. He was momentarily dazed, emotions surging within him. Had anyone ever said that to him before? It seemed not, not even Pearl, who cared more about other things than him.
No one had ever stood in front of him. He had long accepted this fact and didn't care. But now that someone was doing it, Jeffery couldn't help but be stunned. Before he could speak, a wooden stick came down. "Watch out, move!"
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