Martin's voice was grave.

He had already exported the contents from the voice recorder, deleting a few bits here and there. By now, it was already on its way out, soon to be delivered to Remington's hands without leaving a trace.

"What did the recorder catch?" Stella asked, both anxious and curious.

Martin gave a wry smile, "Some intriguing stuff. You did well today. Get some rest."

In the hospital hallway.

"Lost in thought?"

Remington's deep voice snapped Lizetta back to reality.

She shook her head; her doubts about Stella were not something she would share with Remington. Because Remington would undoubtedly trust Stella, and without solid proof, accusing Stella of ill intentions would just be making a fuss over nothing.

Suppressing her frustration, Lizetta said, "I'm going to see my brother."

"Let's stop by the maternity ward first."

Worried about Lizetta, Remington insisted before she could object, "You were also startled by Hans last night, weren't you? Sometimes, the discomfort from a scare shows up later. It's better to have a doctor check and be sure."

quick check-up to ensure

at Remington, "Could you not make a

office, she felt so embarrassed by how nervous

out of nothing. Anything concerning you is important to me

His tone, along with his gaze and expression, was too earnest. It made it impossible to doubt his

when a familiar

"Liz, Mr. Dashiell?"

Lizetta turned around, her eyelashes

"Hogan?"

coat over one arm, looking at her with a gentle, concerned

Why

could answer, Remington's hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, and

mistaken, Dr. White, you're a surgeon, aren't you? Since when did you

was laced with tension right

hand holding

be mistaken. I'm not dealing with maternity matters, just genuinely

Remington's handsome face

as he scoffed,

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