Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Ambiguous Form Of Address

The nurse’s vicious grin widened when she saw Rayna’s suffering. She pulled the syringe out and was about to make another attempt to stab Rayna’s neck when the door was kicked open.

The bodyguard rushed in and pulled out his gun to shoot the nurse’s arm.

“Ah!”

It only took two seconds for the bodyguard to pull out his gun and fire the shot, so the nurse had no time to react. Blood gushed out of the gunshot wound on her arm, and she promptly dropped the syringe.

Two bodyguards ran over to pin the nurse down. No one knew that the nurse was prepared. Her arms were still flailing around when she licked her right cheek and bit the pill hidden there. Without hesitation, she swallowed it.

The pill took effect as soon as it slid down the nurse’s throat. When one bodyguard realized her intention and gripped her chin, trying to get her to spit the pill out, it was too late. Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth, for she was dead.

Jeremy came in a tad later than the bodyguards and spotted Rayna lying on the ground. His brow twitched at the sight of the bloody wound on her cheek. At once, he helped her up.

Pulling over the trolley that the fake nurse pushed in, he rummaged around and got the stuff he needed to disinfect Rayna’s wound. He didn’t forget to ask the bodyguards to call Wyatt so the latter could bring his medical kit over.

The cooling sensation of the iodine on Rayna’s wound caused her to gasp in pain. Jeremy seemed pretty skilled at dressing wounds, so she asked, “Mr. York, are you a doctor?”

“Not really. I work at MORI Research Center,” came Jeremy’s answer.

“MORI Research Center,” Rayna repeated. One second later, her eyes widened in surprise.

She was so shocked that she couldn’t even feel any pain.

MORI Research Center was an organization serving the Amalgamated Nations but not controlled by it. As of now, the most advanced medical equipment and medication were all developed by MORI Research Center.

It was hard to get admitted to the Faculty of Translation of Norham University, where Rayna graduated from. One would need a lot of money and knowledge to be a student there. Nevertheless, MORI Research Center was even harder to get in. One would need at least six recommendation letters from one’s lecturers and had to publish at least four thesis or research papers in medical-related international journals to be qualified.

“Mr. York, you’re quite capable,” Rayna praised sincerely. She changed the way she treated Jeremy when she realized how impressive his accomplishments were. Come to think of it, everyone Curtis knows is pretty outstanding.

Jeremy’s lips curled slightly. “Not really. I’m just a little talented at conducting research. Ms. Garland, you’re capable, too. Faymon Group is doing well under your management. If I were in your shoes, I couldn’t have done that.”

Rayna quickly added, “We’re both capable. Right back at you!”

It was then that Rayna remembered the fake nurse, who was unfortunately already dead. The bodyguards bore grim expressions as they apologized to Jeremy.

“She must’ve scoped out the area ages ago. Look how experienced her disguise was. I don’t blame you for not seeing through her act.” Jeremy didn’t blame them. He only told them to carry the body out to deal with it.

Soon, Wyatt arrived.

“Why did you summon me? Did something happen?” Wyatt asked as he walked into the ward with a box. He blanched in shock upon seeing the cut on Rayna’s face. “What the heck happened?”

“Someone tried to assassinate Curtis. Fortunately, Ms. Garland was here and stopped the assassin,” Jeremy explained briefly.

He took the wooden box from Wyatt and opened it. Rayna felt her vision swimming at the sight of the dozens of glass bottles squeezed inside the box. To her surprise, the box looked tiny but actually had two layers. The bottom layer was full of medical equipment that Rayna couldn’t recognize.

Jeremy took out a few bottles and mixed the contents of the bottles. With a tool, he slowly scattered the powder mixture on Rayna’s exposed wound.

The powder mixture had a woody scent and felt itchy when spread across her wound. It didn’t cause any pain.

After dressing her wounds, Jeremy told her, “This medicine works well and won’t leave any scar on your face. However, as your flesh is exposed, it will take a few days for the wound to recover.”

“It’s fine. I’m glad that I won’t have any scars.” Rayna gave him a grateful nod. Not even experienced doctors could promise that the cut wouldn’t cause a scar. However, she had trust in Jeremy.

Luckily my face will recover completely. Otherwise, I might feel sad to see my reflection in the mirror later on. Women are vain beings, after all.

“I got the surveillance footage. The fake nurse showed up in the emergency department when Curtis was admitted to the hospital.” Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

When Jeremy was busy dealing with Rayna’s wounds, Wyatt left to get the surveillance footage. A few minutes later, he returned with a tablet and showed them the screen.

Wyatt’s usual lazy posture was all gone. His voice was solemn as he reported, “Her disguise was perfect as she came in with all the proper procedures. For the past few days, she remained at the emergency department and became friends with the other nurses. She then offered to help one of the nurses and got her card to deliver the medicine to our floor. No wonder you fell for her trick.”

“How could you say that?” Jeremy’s smile disappeared. “Do you know Curtis nearly died thanks to her careful execution? We don’t know if she has an accomplice.”

“Fine, I was wrong.” Wyatt dared not argue with him and gave himself a soft slap in the face.

After watching the surveillance footage, Rayna looked up with her brows furrowed. “I wonder who came up with the plan and sent someone to assassinate Uncle Curtis at the hospital.”

Wyatt turned to look at her and flashed a teasing grin. “Uncle Curtis? Ms. Garland, that is an ambiguous form of address. You called him ‘Uncle Curtis’ naturally, so I’m sure you used to call him that more than once. Am I right?”

Realizing she had used the wrong form of address, Rayna blushed to the tips of her ears after hearing Wyatt’s teasing comment.

Forcing herself to stay calm, she explained, “I was once married to Mr. Faymon’s cousin, Julian Faymon for one year. Before our divorce, I used to call him ‘Uncle Curtis’ like how Julian does. That’s why I get confused sometimes.”

“Seriously? How scandalous!” Wyatt had just come back from Norham and wasn’t close to Rayna. Naturally, he didn’t know about her past and was shocked to learn that fact.

He quickly regained his composure and urged earnestly, “Why did you get a divorce? Did you fall in love with Curtis?”

Rayna was at a loss for words.

Jeremy nudged Wyatt hard with his elbow, causing the latter to yell in pain with a grimace.

“Ms. Garland, ignore him. He’s a fool,” Jeremy told her gently. “It’s late, so you should spend the night here. Let me know if you’re hungry.”

Rayna hesitated momentarily but quickly nodded in agreement.

She drove here and could get back home easily, but she was still worried as Curtis nearly got killed earlier. I might need Jeremy to change my dressing tomorrow, so it is a good idea to spend the night here.

Jeremy then reminded Rayna of a few things to be careful of and left with Wyatt. Outside, they bumped into Theodore.

“What happened?” Anxiety was etched all over Theodore’s face. He glanced at the ward before asking Jeremy, “I came after reading Wyatt’s text. Did something happen to Curtis?”

“Let’s talk elsewhere.”

Jeremy didn’t want Rayna to overhear their conversation. They came to a secluded corner before he revealed the entire incident to Theodore. The latter’s expression turned as dark as thunder after he learned what had happened.

Calmly, Jeremy analyzed, “Ms. Faymon orchestrated a car accident previously. For now, she would stay low instead of drawing attention to herself by trying to harm Curtis at the hospital.”