The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Chapter 232

Kieran's train of thought was abruptly interrupted. He turned his head, his brow furrowed as he eyed the nurse at the door. "Are you new here?"

Before the nurse could grasp the undertone of his question, the hospital director had entered. "Mr. Sutton! My apologies. This nurse is an intern, unaware of who you are."

The director dressed hastily and rushed over upon hearing about Kieran's arrival at Crescent Medical Center. The Sutton family was a major benefactor to the city's healthcare sector and the largest investor of their hospital. Offending them was not an option. The nurse turned pale upon realizing who Kieran was.

Kieran's voice was cold. "If you have something to say, say it outside. Don't disturb her rest here."

"Yes, Mr. Sutton. Right this way," the director said, respectfully making way.

Kieran exited, the nurse quickly sealing her lips, daring not to utter another word.

Once outside the room, the director began, "Mr. Sutton, let me introduce our lead physician, Dr. Williams. A promising young talent..."

"Get to the point." Kieran's tone was icy. "I just want to know how she's doing."

Hearing this, the director turned to Dr. Williams.

damage. It looks like her arm was deliberately broken, and the wound has become infected. Her right hand got crushed, damaging the tendons and bones. It'll take months to heal, and it might affect her ability to write or

tightened. "Isn't there any other

we consult with an international team of specialists and follow a rigorous rehabilitation

long as her hand can

Sutton! Qur hospital's always OTHE teaming up with world-class experts. We got this under control. Trust me on this." The director didn't waste a second to take command, trying

the details. I'll stay here tonight and take her home

Dr. Williams was shocked. "Given Ms.

here isn't good enough. I'll have the

Williams and the director

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left, Kieran returned to Freya's room. Seeing her in a drowsy state, murmuring incoherently,

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