Chapter 270

“Sir, Michael said, “that mother and daughter from the hospital called. The mother said her daughter only vomited once more

today, after meeting you.”

“Sir, why are you interested in this girl’s symptoms?”

I sank onto the sofa. “She has the same condition as Laurel. I spent twelve hours with Laurel today, and she didn’t vomit blood once. Her energy was good, and eating didn’t cause any real reaction.”

“You’re comparing their symptoms?” Michael caught on. “You think Miss Rose is faking?”

“But we’ve seen her medical data. Specialists confirmed she has late-stage cancer.”

“That’s what I can’t figure out,” I admitted.

Laurel doesn’t act like someone dying of cancer. She’s too energetic, too bright. I’ve had doubts before, but those medical readings always convinced me.

I hung up and heard footsteps on the stairs.

Audrey walked down, her short hair framing her face in the dim light.

“Laurel Rose is faking it,” she said.

I straightened. “What makes you say that?”

taking the last few steps. “If she wanted real cancer patient data to show

monitoring data

with a short laugh. “Pay off a real terminal patient, tweak the backend systems to

me

she said, taking

or do

think? You’re the CEO of Parker

steadily, her expression calm

without responding, studying her

leaned forward, the strap of

just finished pouring her tea before casually fixing

she tried to pick up her cup, I grabbed

1/2

་ ་

she protested as I drank her tea in one

escaped my mouth, sliding down to my collarbone. I noticed

could’ve poured your own,” she

the

toward me, probably to argue, but I didn’t give her the chance. I cupped her face and

been a while,” I whispered against her ear, wrapping my

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