This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

Chapter 761 I’m Sure You Won’t Mind

The woman bit down on her lip. Not wanting to dwell on this, she took a deep breath and suppressed

the tempest within her, then forced out a smile as she pointed out, “Doctor, with all due respect, I think

the most important thing we need to know now is how that man in the emergency room is doing, so

we’d be grateful if you could tell us more about that. As for what I used to look like…” She trailed off,

and a dark gleam came into her eyes, though it passed just as quickly as she continued, “I won’t ever

show up again in front of any of you once that man recovers from his injuries, so I don’t think it means

anything for you to know what I used to look like, does it?”

“She has a point, Dr. Lancaster. I mean, she’s only a stranger to you, and it’s a little strange to ask

about what she used to look like. It’d be great if you could tell me how President Fuller is doing now,”

Tom urged, nodding in agreement with what the woman said.

The fluorescent lights bounced off Tim’s glasses. He rather agreed as well that this woman was a

stranger to him, and logically speaking, he ought not to be so interested in the procedure she had done

even if she made herself look like a toad. But for some reason, there was something urging him to find

out what she used to look like. He had a feeling that unveiling her past face would reveal something

most shocking to them all.

As he thought this, he adjusted his glasses and drawled meaningfully, “Fine, then. Let’s talk about Toby

for now.”

He wasn’t in a rush to find out what the woman used to look like. After all, he had plenty of time after

this to dig through her past if he wanted. If he set his mind to it, he could uncover anything he wanted,

unless of course, he suddenly lost interest in it halfway through.

“Please,” Tom urged, his fists clenching at his sides as he eyed Tim imploringly.

Tim threw a brief look over his shoulder at the emergency room, then looked back at the anxious

assistant as he explained nonchalantly, “He’s fine. He didn’t get hurt from the accident, but he did hit

the back of his head. That being said, the concussion is not the main cause of concern, nor did he

black out because of it.”

Upon hearing that Toby was alright, Tom let out a huge sigh of relief, and he placed a hand on his chest

as he exclaimed joyously, “Oh, thank heavens! President Fuller is okay, which means I can give Old

Madam Fuller a peace of mind. Guess I’ll still get to keep my job!”

Next to him, the woman in the wheelchair did not seem overjoyed by the news of Toby’s stable

condition. On the contrary, she seemed a little peeved by the outcome, if not completely frustrated.

He’s fine? For goodness’ sake, how is that possible? Damn it, why couldn’t the impact have killed him

on the spot? She had been so deliriously happy when she found out that he had fainted after the

accident. She was convinced that he had been seriously injured. But as it turned out, he pulled through

this just fine, and all he had was a concussion. This is… She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth,

her heart filled with bitter resentment.

Tom had no idea what was going through her mind right now as he pressed Tim with even more

urgency, “So what really made him pass out, Dr. Lancaster? Could it be his—” He broke off then, as if

suddenly catching himself. He turned to look at the woman and bit out flatly, “Could you go somewhere

else? You aren’t allowed to be privy to the rest of this conversation.”

There was no courtesy in his tone, and even though he phrased it as a request, it sounded more like a

command.

“Very well,” the woman replied mildly, then wheeled herself toward the other end of the corridor, away

from the two men who wished to speak in private.

When she was out of sight, she lowered her head, and her gaze darkened. What did he mean by that?

If he won’t let me listen in on the conversation, could it mean that there’s something going on with

Toby’s health that no one should find out about? In that case… A cold smirk tugged on her lips as an

insidious look flashed in her eyes.

On the other end of the hallway, Tom turned back to Tim after dismissing the woman and asked, “Dr.

Lancaster, did President Fuller black out because of his heart?”

“You could say that.” Tim toyed with the scalpel and added indifferently, “The accident must have

caused his adrenaline to spike, and as a result, it put a strain on his heart. That probably sent his

system into shock, which explains why he passed out. He’s alright now, and he’ll wake up soon

enough, but you have to work on finding the heart as soon as possible; he can’t keep going on like

this.”

“We’ve already found a donor,” Tom said, raking his hand through his hair. “But the donor is still alive,

which is why we’re still waiting on the heart.”

“Oh?” Tim raised a brow. “How much longer will he have to live?”

“About half a year.”

Tim nodded slightly. “There’s still time.”

“You’ve put my worries to rest,” Tom said with an airy laugh, clearly relieved to hear Tim’s conclusion.

He had been worried that Toby’s heart would not be able to sustain the aftermath of this accident

without its lifespan shortening, and if that were to come to pass, there was no telling if Toby could hold

out another half a year longer. Now that Tim had said they would be in time for the heart transplant that

could save Toby’s life, Tom felt as if a weight had finally been lifted off his chest.

“Alright, pull yourself together. He’ll be transferred to a hospital room soon, and he’ll have to stay here

for the night. But I want him out by tomorrow, or he’d just become a waste of space here,” Tim said

coldly, then let out a yawn as he turned to leave.

Sure enough, Toby was transferred to the normal hospital ward around ten minutes later, and the nurse

hooked him up to the IV for the night.

Naturally, Tom and the woman in the wheelchair went over to the room as well. However, given that

there was paperwork to go through for Toby’s hospital admission, Tom had to hurry off to the front desk

not long after he had stepped foot into the room.

Before leaving, he had made it a point to chase the girl out of Toby’s hospital room and closed the door

behind them both. Then, he warned her tersely to stay away from Toby and that she was not to come

into close contact with him.

After all, there was no telling what she would do to Toby once Tom left to settle the paperwork.

Granted, Tom didn’t think she had it in her to kill Toby, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t take advantage

of Toby’s unconscious state and force herself on him like some depraved creature. After all, with Toby’s

fine looks, the possibility of this happening was scarily real.

With that in mind, Tom warned the woman once more that she must not sneak into the room while he

was away, and only then did he leave the vicinity.

Alas, his warning did nothing, for the woman immediately scoffed and threw Toby’s door wide open as

soon as Tom walked away. Having done so, she wheeled herself in, paying no heed to Tom’s forbidding

words at all.

Meanwhile, Sonia finally arrived at the hospital after what felt like ages.

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She immediately fished out her phone and gave Tom a call, pressing him for details on Toby’s

condition.

Upon hearing that Toby would be fine after a night’s rest at the hospital and that he had only blacked

out from a concussion, she was elated. The weight seemed to roll off her chest in an instant, and air

filled her lungs once more.

Relieved, she asked where Toby’s room was, then smiled as she kept her phone and made her way

over. She had every plan to take care of Toby until he recovered, but as soon as she opened the door

to his hospital room, the smile on her face froze.

Inside the room was a woman who sat by Toby’s bedside while gently dabbing his sleeping face with a

damp towel, looking like a compassionate angel as she did so. In fact, she looked like a good wife who

was lovingly taking care of her sick husband, and anyone who didn’t know better would find it heart-

wrenching that she would devote herself to such sacred duties.

Sonia clenched her jaw. If it weren’t for the fact that the man lying there was her boyfriend, she might

just get sentimental about this scene and praise the woman for being such a caring wife. But it was

precisely because the man on the bed was her boyfriend. It wasn’t as if Sonia could be ecstatic that

some strange woman was taking care of him.

More importantly, that woman didn’t look like a caretaker at all. She’s in a wheelchair, for goodness’

sake. How is a caretaker supposed to take care of others if she can’t even walk on her own?

What displeased Sonia even more was that the girl actually looked pretty.

As if not expecting someone to walk in at that moment, the girl turned to look at Sonia in surprise, then

asked softly, “And you are?”

Sonia pursed her lips and made no answer. She let go of the doorknob and instantly marched over to

the bed with a grim look on her face.

If this was six years ago, she might be heartbroken to find some other woman taking care of the man

she loved, and she would have run out crying without even asking for an explanation. But now, she had

outgrown those timid ways of hers, and her mind was clearer than ever.

She didn’t know who this woman was, and she had never seen her before. She most definitely is not

related to Toby in any way, seeing as I’ve never seen her hanging around him before this. At the

thought of this, Sonia figured that this woman must be the culprit behind the accident, and she secretly

thanked Tom for having told her about this on the phone earlier.

With a frigid expression, Sonia came to a stop next to Toby’s bed. She glanced at the towel the woman

was holding, then at the hand that rested on Toby’s chest. A stormy look passed over her face as she

said icily, “Miss, could you please take your hand off my boyfriend’s chest?”