Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

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.

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?”