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Just then, applause sounded from the other end of the corridor. Everyone turned to look.
“What a great show.” Max smiled and walked over, standing by Danika’s side.
“Mr. Pearson, do you want to help Dr. Watler? You must know that she nearly killed a child,” a reporter said angrily.
The reporters all knew Mr. Pearson and Mr. Quincey. They couldn’t provoke either of them, so they ignored. Eustace and pointed their questions at Danika. However, if Max interjected, they wouldn’t let it rest just like that. They controlled the media. A few simple words would earn them the favor of the people.
“I’m not helping anyone. I will only tell the truth.” He smirked, resting his gaze on the woman. At once, her face turned pale.
“Karen White, you are forty-five years old and unemployed. That boy who went through surgery just now is not your son. He’s your stepson. You’ve never liked him and repeatedly stated that you wish for him to be dead. You seem pretty involved with his car accident preceding this. When the crash didn’t kill him, you wanted the doctor to perform surgery on him so he would die on the operating table. This way, you could make this hated stepson disappear and claim tons of money from the hospital. Am I wrong, Karen?”
Once he said all this, everyone looked flabbergasted.
Could such a horrible person exist?
Even if he wasn’t her biological son, she shouldn’t have wished for his death.
Seeing that everyone was staring at her, Karen went pale. She gnashed her teeth and said, “You’re making this all up! You just want to help Dr. Zellweger get away with this!”
“The police will investigate whether I am speaking the truth. But I should remind you that your actions in the emergency room this afternoon are all recorded in the surveillance cameras. Do you really think that a few sentences of yours will flip the narrative?”
Not far off, a few police officers began walking toward Karen White. “We’ve received the report. You are now being investigated for attempted murder. Please follow us.”
With a thud, Karen fell onto the ground. Her lips were deathly white.
Quickly, she was hauled away by the police officers. The reporters were in a daze. The tables had turned in mere seconds.
Max wasn’t letting this go just yet. He glared at them coldly. “I hope to see the truth in the news after this. You know what I mean, don’t you?”
“Y… yes, we do.” The reporters nodded. They all heard the threat in Max’s words. They didn’t dare to share their opinions now. It seemed that Dr. Zellweger was framed, and fear enveloped them. That woman had nearly weaponized them!
The reporters left. The people surrounding them left, too.
Danika looked at Max. “Thank you. I’ll remember what you did.”
“You’re welcome. Just think of it as a gift from me to you,” Max said with a smile.
The exhausted Danika said nothing more. She just wanted to go home and sleep.
Max saw how exhausted she was. “Looks like we can’t make it for dinner tonight. I’ll drive you home. You should rest early.”
“Okay.” Danika didn’t refuse him. He’d just helped her, so it wouldn’t look good if she declined him.
As she prepared to leave with Max, she realized something and turned back to look at Eustace. “Thank you, Mr. Quincey. It’s late. Be careful on the way home.”
She didn’t know why Eustace was still there. No matter what, he had also been there for her. She had to thank him.
“There’s no need. You helped me yesterday, so we’re even now,” he said in a deep voice.
Danika was stunned. So that was the reason he was here. He wanted to repay her for what had happened yesterday
“Alright.” She nodded. It was nice to be even.
She followed Max out of the hospital. Eustace stood in his spot as he watched them leave, a sullen expression on his face. No one dared to go near him.
“Mr. Quincey!”
Vincent ran over, panting. “I’ve found the details on that woman. I’m telling you, you’re never going to guess how evil she is.”
“There’s no need,” Eustace interrupted. His gaze was cold. “You’re too late.”
Max had long settled the matter, but his assistant had only arrived now. What was the point?
“I’m sorry, Mr. Quincey. Someone was following me from behind, so I got delayed.” He lowered his head, not daring to look him in the eye.
“Following you?” Eustace frowned, the cogs turning in his head.
Max would do anything to show off in front of Danika.
Eustace was feeling tired. He rubbed his temples. “Whatever. Just go home.”
“What about these details?”
“Send them to the police station.”
Max drove Danika to the Perry Residence.
“Thank you for today,” Danika said once more.
“You’ve already thanked me a bunch of times. You don’t have to be so polite with me.” Max feigned being upset. “If you want to thank me, treat me to a meal. You promised me that.”
Danika nodded. “Alright. I’ll treat you.”
“Go on in. Get some rest,” Max urged.
Before she walked away, he said, “I ordered some food for you. You need to eat it.”
“Alright. Thank you.” Danika gave a hesitant nod. Besides thanking him, anything else she said would seem too much.
She walked through the gates, disappearing from Max’s sight.
Max retracted the smile on his face and leaned against his car, lighting a cigarette. When he was halfway through the cigarette, a car approached and stopped before him.
Max smiled and flung the cigarette to the ground, stamping out the flames. “Looks like you’ve lost to me, Aléc.”
Eustace rolled down the windows. His dark eyes were devoid of emotions. “You’re doing all this just to win?”
“Of course.” Max nodded. All he ever wanted was to beat Eustace at something for once.
However, anger rose in Eustace’s chest. “She’s a human being, not a trophy between us.”
“Of course. If not for you, I might have really admired her. I might even have fallen in love.” A trace of pity. appeared on Max’s face. Too bad that hatred fueled his actions.
“You’re really immature.” Eustace moved his car, driving through the gates.
Max shrugged and said nonchalantly, “Immature? Maybe. But what does that matter if I can win against you, Eustace?”
Eustace got down from his car and went to the elevator. He was irritated by Max’s actions.
He went to his door and was about to open it when his gaze flitted to Danika’s door. He was stunned-it was ajar. Wasn’t that too careless of her?
He was already at her door. The lights were off.
Eustace frowned. Could something have happened?
At the thought of this, he pushed the door open and went in.
Moonlight streamed in through the window. He gave the room a quick scan but couldn’t spot her. In the midst of his worry, a groan of pain sounded from the couch.
“Dr. Zellweger?”
No one answered him. Danika had actually heard him, but the pains in her stomach made her unable to speak.
Eustace found the light switch and flicked it on. The person on the couch was Danika.
Danika was in so much pain that she groaned and tossed on the couch. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her face was pale. She looked like she was about to pass out any minute.
“What’s wrong, Dr. Zellweger? Where does it hurt?” Eustace walked over and asked, kneeling.