Chapter 238 Chapter 238: After she left, a subtle noise cfrom a hidden door within the room. Emerging from behind it was Jim, his height and gold-rimmed glasses lending him an authoritative air. His eyes, keen and observant behind the glass, missed nothing.
He had been sorting through documents and had inadvertently caught the exchange between Kyla and the doctor.
Walking up to the doctor with a composed demeanor, Jim said, "I believe I just caught a rather intriguing conversation." The doctor's smile stiffened, and he glanced around anxiously, sweat beginning to bead on his brow.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe attempted to hide the envelope in a drawer, but Jim swiftly intervened, pinning his hand down. "And what might this be?" Jim held the envelope, noticing its weight and grasping its significance. The doctor looked uneasy, fumbling for words.
"It's... it's nothing. Just a small gift..." "A small gift?" Jim scoffed coldly, tossing the envelope back onto the desk. "A small gift to skew medical opinions? What happened to your professional integrity?" The doctor felt overwhelmed by Jim's domineering stance, struggling to find his voice.
He got up hurriedly, trying to move past Jim to escape.
"Stay where you are!" Jim exclaimed, his voice stern and authoritative. Rooted to the spot, the doctor shuddered, unable to move.
Jim closed in slowly, cornering the doctor until he was backed against the wall with no way out.
"What... what do you want from me?" "What exactly did Kyla request of you?" Jim pressed.
Trying to mask his desperation, the doctor flashed an insincere smile, his eyes scanning for an exit. “It's merely a small token for my efforts, really. Dr. Archer, you've got bigger things to worry about. Why fuss over such trivial matters?" Lãf€$t ¢hAptërş in G@InøvêlşHe tried once again to slip past Jim.
But Jim caught his arm firmly, his hold inescapable.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"A token for your efforts? Your definition of 'efforts' seems quite unique." Beads of sweat streamed down the doctor's face, the chill from the air conditioning unit failing to alleviate his tension.
With a forced chuckle, he tried to lighten the mood. "Oh, Dr. Archer, you must be kidding me. I wouldn't dream of stepping out of line." Despite his efforts to free himself, Jim's grip remained as steadfast as steel.
Tightening his hold slightly, Jim saw the doctor's face turn pale.
"Stop playing dumb. If you value your career, you'll tellthe truth." Grimacing from the discomfort, the doctor drew a sharp breath. He was well aware that although Jim looked just like another doctor, his family actually owned the hospital.
Jim's authority was not to be underestimated.
"Look, Dr. Archer, you know, swomen aim to seem frail to garner sympathy from men. Miss Wade isn't really sick; she simply instructedto exaggerate her condition.”