Chapter 957 Bullying the Weak and Fearing the Strong
Lyra was fuming at Delilah's attitude. It wasn't just the meddling.
She had worked so hard to lift her patient's spirits.
Who wouldn't be pissed if someone came along and undid all that hard work?
Look at Clara over there. Just a few days ago, she was all smiles. When Delilah showed up and said a few things, Clara looked like a ghost!
Lyra decided it was time to kick Delilah out.
"I don't care about anything else, but this is a hospital. Even family members don't get to boss patients around. Only doctors have that authority," she said firmly.
Lyra had Delilah figured out long ago.
Delilah was a bully who only picked on the weak.
Sure enough, seeing Lyra's tough stance, Delilah's face went from green to white, then back to green.
Finally, when her face returned to normal, she couldn't take it anymore and stormed off.
After Delilah left, Lyra spent a long time comforting Clara.
Fortunately, Clara seemed to be more resilient this time.
Though she was still upset, she remembered Lyra's words, "Lyra, don't worry. I won't do anything foolish. You're right... they're not worth it anymore."
"Good, don't cry. Crying too much will hurt your eyes," Lyra soothed her gently.
But after leaving the room, Lyra felt troubled again.
The nurse told her that before Delilah left, she said she wouldn't cover any more medical or hospital expenses.
"Did she really say that?" Lyra was stunned.
Was there really a mother in this world who didn't treat her daughter like a human being?
If she hated her so much, why did she give birth to her in the first place?
She was furious.
But seeing the nurse's troubled expression, she could only sigh and take out her own card, "Use mine for now."
"This isn't a small expense," the nurse hesitated, looking like she wanted to dissuade her.
But Lyra had already made up her mind.
Once she decided on something, no one could persuade her otherwise.
When she vented about this to Jeffery, he paused his utensils. They were eating in the cafeteria at the time.
Jeffery rarely came to the cafeteria.
This time, he was accompanying her. Though they sat at the same table, they were a bit far apart, which looked odd to outsiders.
But they didn't mind.
"She seems to have a grandmother who recently retired and went on a trip. She should be back soon," Jeffery said.
Lyra's eyebrows raised, but she didn't hold out much hope, "Their family is pretty sexist."
Jeffery shook his head, "Her grandmother is different."
Lyra's eyes lit up with hope.
But since Jeffery didn't know exactly when Clara's grandmother would return, she decided to keep it to herself to avoid disappointment.
However, Clara somehow found out that Lyra had covered her hospital expenses.
She was gloomy for days.
Then one day, she suddenly handed Lyra a card.
Lyra was puzzled, "Why are you giving me this?"
Clara pushed the card into her hand, "It's my pocket money. Take it. I don't need your money."
Even now, Clara kept her proud demeanor.
Maybe she was still thinking about their past rivalry.
Lyra was both amused and exasperated, "How much pocket money do you have? If you give me this, what will you do? No, I don't need it. Take it back."
Clara replied calmly, "It's about a hundred thousand dollars."
Lyra was speechless.
There was a saying online that she thought suited her situation well.
She thought it was just ordinary pocket money, but she forgot Clara wasn't an ordinary kid.
Her father was a CEO, and her mother was a designer. How could she be ordinary?
Lyra felt conflicted but ultimately returned the card, "No, I can't accept it, no matter how much. Doctors can't take bribes from patients."
"And you said there's over a hundred thousand dollars in it. I definitely can't take it. I'd lose my job and go to jail."
She exaggerated the consequences a bit.
But it wasn't just to scare Clara. Taking bribes could indeed lead to such outcomes.
Clara was indeed frightened. After hesitating for a while, she took the card back, "Alright, but if you ever need money, let me know."
Lyra was even more amused and felt more affection for her.
"I'm an adult with hands and feet. I don't need a little girl like you to help me. Relax," Lyra comforted her.
Then a nurse came in to change the IV.
As Lyra was about to leave, she heard a commotion outside.
She frowned, thinking Delilah was causing trouble again, and went out to check.
Instead, she saw a wealthy-looking elderly lady walking briskly towards them, accompanied by a middle-aged man.
As she walked, she pointed at the man and scolded, "Useless! You almost lost your job. What does that have to do with Clara?"
"And Delilah! Why isn't Clara her daughter? What century is this? Still favoring boys over girls? Oh, isn't she a woman herself?"
Lyra couldn't help but laugh.
This old lady sure had a way with words.
"You must be Clara's grandmother," she greeted.
The old lady stopped scolding her son, who was already hanging his head in shame.
She looked at Lyra curiously, "And you are?"
Lyra didn't even glance at the man.
Though she hadn't introduced herself, she could guess from the conversation that he was Clara's father.
As a man who had perfectly hidden in the mother-daughter relationship, Lyra was naturally impatient with him. The reason was simple.
If the father had intervened, Delilah, with her bullying nature, wouldn't have gone so far. Maybe the idea of Clara donating bone marrow was his.
"I'm Clara's attending physician. You can call me Dr. Cole. Clara's room is this way. Please follow me," Lyra smiled.
The old lady was delighted to hear she was Clara's doctor.
Her attitude changed completely.
"So you're Dr. Cole! I've heard about you. If it weren't for you, my granddaughter wouldn't have survived. Thank you so much, doctor."
Lyra humbly accepted, "It's my duty."
They chatted and laughed all the way to the room.
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