No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 1632 Do You Have Medical Skills?

"What do you mean, Ms. Oxley? Perhaps you should get straight to the point. I prefer being direct and dislike beating around the bush. Furthermore, I don't understand what you're getting at. No one knows who that truck driver was aiming at. We will only discover this once the police arrest and interrogate the truck driver. All I know is that while I was in the surgery room, trying my best to save Will's leg, you were outside, causing a ruckus."

I would have let it go if they had only mocked or misunderstood me. I could even accept them ordering me around.

However, I can't stand them sullying my name with baseless accusations and dragging Gareth into this mess.

This has nothing to do with him. Why do they insist on pulling him into this?

At her words, Marsha and Jocelyn were rendered speechless. They immediately fell silent and were unable to say anything.

What could they say?

Elisa's words were indisputable truth.

Jocelyn did not expect Elisa to argue back.

The atmosphere instantly turned cold.

Marsha also did not expect the usually passive Elisa to say those words.

It was like someone who would not argue back or retaliate no matter how others scolded her suddenly turned fierce one day.

find it hard

hand, Gareth was likely the happiest and the most emotionally unaffected among

mistaken, Elisa retaliated because Jocelyn slandered

a good mood as he thought

and Jocelyn had nothing more

was also not interested in arguing with

came to her senses and scolded, "You! What kind of nonsense was

her voice. "Do you still want

"You're only…"

glared at Jocelyn before she could continue scolding Elisa, prompting

crash, she had heard about and

Marsha agreed since she said

she turned around and

chased after

chose to ignore Marsha and not retaliate because Will saved her

behind her and turned around to see Gareth. She seemed displeased. "Why are you following me? Don't you have to attend the Garner

not care about

replied indifferently, "Why do