Chapter 894 Karma Retribution
Jeffery's back was clean and well-defined, a sight that was particularly pleasing to the eye, but it also made his injuries more noticeable.
Lyra's mind wasn't on that; she was entirely focused on applying the medicine.
But Jeffery couldn't stay as detached.
Lyra's warm breath and her slightly trembling fingertips felt like a cat toy, teasing his heartstrings with every touch.
It was the first time Jeffery realized how sensitive his back was, and it was too late for regrets. He could only clench his fists and endure.
Suddenly, Lyra blew gently on his wound. "Does it hurt? Let me blow on it for you."
Jeffery tensed up instantly. He grabbed his shirt with a large hand, put it on with a cold expression, and then donned his white coat. "That's enough. I don't need anything else."
Lyra looked around the empty office.
At this moment, it was just the two of them, alone in the room.
The situation felt inherently intimate, no matter how you looked at it.
Realizing what she had just done, her cheeks flushed instantly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Gray. I didn't mean to."
Jeffery masked his discomfort and interrupted her, not out of impatience, but because he didn't want to hear her continue. He was eager to move past the moment for reasons he didn't fully understand himself.
"That's enough. You don't need to explain. Let's go."
At the police station, they completed their statements and began negotiations with the police's help, seeking a resolution.
The process was difficult; the other party was unwilling to settle.
From the moment they sat down, the insults hadn't stopped. The police knocked on the table several times, but it was useless.
The father pointed at Jeffery, angrily telling the police, "He killed my daughter. Isn't it only right that a life be paid with a life?"
The police frowned, unsure how to explain to someone still clinging to such outdated beliefs.
Lyra couldn't hold back. "Even if that's the case, it's up to the law to decide. You can't take matters into your own hands. Besides, this has nothing to do with Mr. Gray."
The family erupted again.
Lyra steeled herself and began to explain the situation to the police, ready to recount the events leading up to it.
Jeffery cut her off, speaking calmly. "I'll explain."
Jeffery then took over, his account was more concise and clear than Lyra's. The two officers beside them nodded continuously.
"In summary, I don't believe this is my fault. You should speak to my colleague. I can provide his contact information. Of course, if you want to confront me later, I'm open to it."
The family was silent for a moment. "But you performed the surgery. You can't deny that. Can you explain why my daughter died shortly after the operation?"
Jeffery looked up, his pupils reflecting a different light under the illumination, appearing particularly cold. "I'm very sorry, but life and death are determined by fate."
Organ transplants were not without risks. Even with a matching donor, rejection can occur."
Jeffery suspected the girl had the misfortune of experiencing such a rejection.
The family couldn't accept this, crying and cursing.
Jeffery sat straight, letting the insults wash over him without explanation or anger, as if he didn't care.
But in the car, Lyra noticed his palm was bleeding.
Startled, Lyra grabbed his hand and pulled out a wet wipe from her bag. "How did this happen? Why didn't you say anything?"
Jeffery gently pushed her hand away, his cold eyes looking weary under the streetlight. "It's nothing. Just a small cut. It'll heal on its own."
"That's not okay!"
Lyra insisted, taking his hand and cleaning it with a wet wipe before applying a bandage.
Jeffery watched her quietly, his eyes flickering with thoughts, as if he was thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.
The cold streetlight seemed a bit warmer. Jeffery allowed himself to indulge in the moment.
The next day, they went to confront Jace.
Jace was also a renowned organ transplant surgeon. He had narrowly lost the election for hospital director to Jeffery, which meant he had to continue working as a doctor.
At first, he denied any wrongdoing. "What evidence do you have that I did anything wrong? Everyone knows the girl had a rejection reaction. Who can you blame for that?"
"But rejection isn't always fatal! Mr. Gray wasn't there that day. You could have performed the surgery or called him back!"
Jace's expression changed.
Finally, he said dismissively, "I forgot."
Lyra was stunned, disbelief and anger flooding her. How could someone be so malicious, refusing to admit their mistake and shamelessly shifting the blame?
At that moment, Lyra thought of Jeffery's outward calm but inward concern.
He could ignore the insults and the stares.
But he couldn't remain indifferent to a patient's death.
Especially when he knew the patient might have survived if he had been there.
Lyra looked at Jace, realizing the gravity of her actions. "You don't deserve to be a doctor."
Jace glared at her. "How dare you hit me? You're just a lowly doctor who got a bit of Jeffery's favor, and you think you can challenge me?"
Lyra realized her mistake too late, and her hand gripped painfully.
At that moment, Jace screamed.
Her hand was released.
Jeffery gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes showing a hint of concern. "Are you okay?"
Lyra shook her head, rubbing her wrist to hide it from him. "I'm fine. He didn't do much, thanks to you, Mr. Gray."
But Jeffery had seen it.
Feeling a mix of helplessness and anger, Jeffery's gaze turned icy as he looked at Jace. "You think no one knows what you did? I've already found the footage showing you tampered with the liver source."
Jace panicked.
"Impossible! You're lying! You couldn't have found it!"
Realizing his mistake, Jace saw the disdainful looks around him, his face turning pale.
Jeffery had bluffed.
But now, with so many witnesses, Jace couldn't deny it.
Jace was finished.
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