"Mr. Sullivan..." The nurse was stunned when she saw Victor standing there. She quickly lowered her head and addressed him in
a shaky voice.
Rachel cto a halt and her hand jerked reflexively.
"Turn around," he demanded.
Rachel inhaled deeply, turned around, and gazed calmly into his eyes.
She removed her mask. Her eyes were less keen, but colder than they had been four years ago. For a moment, Victor felt like he
was stung by the frigid winter.
In the end, Rachel couldn't go to the bathroom because Victor's wound had split wide open.
The nurse saw it first. His wound bled profusely and continued to trickle down, staining his white hospital gown red. However, he
chose to remain silent. Rachel was the focus of his piercing eyes. She had to stop going to the bathroom since she was out of
options. She then requested Ivan to contact Dr. Turner and had the nurse assist Victor in returning to the ward.
Victor narrowed his eyes at the nurse, making her feel extremely uneasy. She shivered and took a step back in fear.
The nurse pursed her lips and turned to Rachel. "Miss Bennet... I think it would be better if you would help Mr. Sullivan back to
his room."
The nurse was terrified of Victor's glare. She felt a chill run down her spine and thought that if she stepped forward, Victor would
look at her with murderous eyes.
Before Rachel could say anything, Victor had already reached out his hand to her and motioned for her to assist him. It seemed
that all he wanted was for Rachel to cto him and wouldn't leave if she refused.
Rachel huffed and put her hands on her waist. She looked around, spotted a wheelchair in the nursing station and brought it over
to Victor. "I'm sorry, but I'm unable to assist you. You have two options. Sit in the wheelchair and I'll push you from behind, or we
Victor slightly frowned and he withdrew his hand.
The nurse's eyes widened in surprise when she heard this. She never expected anyone to talk to Victor in this manner.
The man in front of her was so powerful that he had the potential to force everyone in the hospital to quit or fire them. Everyone
had been cautious of his presence, and no one had the courage to speak to him in such a rude way.
"Mr. Sullivan, Miss Bedidn't mean to..." the nurse instinctively explained, thinking about the ointment Rachel had just given
her.
But before she could finish her words, Victor willingly sat in the wheelchair with a sulking face.
The nurse's jaw dropped, her words trapped in her mouth. She watched Rachel pushing Victor's wheelchair back to his ward. It
was unbelievable.
Not long after they returned to the ward, Dr. Turner showed up.
He narrowed his eyes seeing the blood on Victor's clothes. It was very life-threatening because he kept losing a huge amount of
blood, so he immediately instructed the nurse to help him with the wound.
"Mr. Sullivan, you had just gone through the
operation this afternoon. You need to relax and heal. You shouldn't have gotten out of bed like that. You know you could get an
infection." Dr. Turner appeared to throw a casual glance at Rachel, who stood beside the bed as he put away the bandage.
Rachel noticed how suspicious he looked, so she raised her head and locked eyes with Dr. Turner.
Dr. Turner averted his gaze in a panic and stowed the medicine box away. "Mr. Sullivan, if Miss Salazar knew, she would be so
worried. I could tell she deeply cares for you."
It was quite rare for Dr. Turner to be saying something like this. In the past four years, he had always been minding his own
business and never inquired about Victor's personal life. He would never speak to him unless it was related to his physical
health. But now, he suddenly brought Susan up.
Victor glanced at Dr. Turner coldly, his deep eyes narrowing, and said, "Did I miss something? Since when have you been
"I..." Dr. Turner's face almost turned pale as soon as he heard Victor's stern voice. "I just have the impression that Miss Salazar
genuinely cares about you, Mr. Sullivan."
Victor blinked and raised his eyes to look at him ferociously.
Dr. Turner knew that he had crossed the line with what he said just now. "I apologize, please don't mind it. I need to do my
rounds now, so I have to get going. Don't strain yourself, Mr. Sullivan."
Dr. Turner bowed his head and left the ward in a hurry after saying that. He then shut the door close.
Ivan threw his gaze to the direction in which Dr. Turner had exited. He was perplexed as to why the doctor was acting strange.
"Ivan," Victor said in a comanding voice.
"Mr. Sullivan," Ivan responded right away, withdrawing his sight.
"Find out who Susan met with after she left this afternoon."
Unlike Susan, Dr. Turner was not a good actor.
Susan and Dr. Turner had only met a few times and exchanged a few words. But, strangely enough, he suddenly mentioned
Susan although he knew it was inappropriate.
"Yes, sir." Ivan understood and left the ward to investigate.
Finally, Victor and Rachel were the only ones left in the ward.
Rachel had been silently listening to them the entire time, and she could feel that what Dr. Turner had just spoken was directed
at her.
Every word he said was intended to convey to Rachel that Susan and Victor were engaged and that she should avoid interfering
with their relationship.
Victor couldn't take his eyes off Rachel the entire time. He had been observing the expression on her face as if he was
memorizing every detail.
Her eyes were cast down, which made her look cold. The ward's light fell on her eyelashes and formed a shadow on her face,
making it difficult to discern what she was thinking.
Victor's pupils dilated as Rachel's icy, distant face flashed into his memory.
"Don't you have anything to say to me, Rachel?" He shattered the stillness between them.