Chapter 167

Chapter 167



Marilyn paused for a moment, then quickly explained, "Doctors are swamped these days, especially the surgeons. Your accent doesn't sound local. Are you here on vacation or for work?"

I was caught off guard by her initiating the conversation, but I decided to be upfront with her.

Lies have a way of unraveling; honesty is the best policy.

"Talbot is my uncle, and we're here for a collaboration between the Patterson Group and the Crawford family. My husband was probably injured on the construction site."

She nodded thoughtfully, "I see, so you're a Johnson as well."

"Do you happen to know..."

"Ouch!"

A familiar voice rang out as the janitor's cart overturned again.

This time, several bottles shattered, drenching Marilyn in their contents.

Her face immediately turned cold, tinged with a hint of disgust.

"Such carelessness could have hurt a patient!"

"We've told the hospital time and again not to rely on those who are past their prime. Honestly."

clearly a bit of a germaphobe

lost interest in probing further, muttering about her bad luck as she returned to

to help

to pick up the shards when the old

pants for

up. Only those who truly

my dad used to say. Without his attention to detail, he wouldn't have made such a skilled accountant,

as cautious removing plastic wrap from

his cart away, I called out

for a moment but didn't stop,

but I was sure this man was

him, his appearance, and

was here

us to the truth about what

swnofr

packed, so I didn't hang around long

woken up, his spirits lifted

Seeing his

bandaged my eyes welled

t belongs to

me, but the pain made

rushed over. "Clyde, are you okay? Where does

the verge of tears, but her presence somehow

my emotional resilience so low compared to

look before

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