Said I didn't Love Him But I Lied
Chapter 152 Why Was Theodore's Car There?

A day later, it was Monday afternoon.

As the kidnapping incident could be categorized as personal injury, the hospital gave Everleigh three days off. Yet, she couldn't withstand the boredom. She only rested for a weekend and a half-day on Monday morning before returning to work in the hospital in the afternoon.

"You are extremely proactive. If it wasn't for the fact that Dr. Harrison is the director of our department, he would probably see you as the bad guy who took away the power and usurped the position because of your hard work." Christopher was leaning against the doorframe of the office with a cup of coffee in his hand, and his other hand was in the pocket of his white coat. He seemed to have nowhere to rest his legs, and the two-meter-long door frame was a bit cramped for him.

Everleigh, who had just arrived at the hospital, was changing into a white coat. She said while changing, "Aren't you going to go to the countryside the day after tomorrow? There are still a lot of things on the line. You haven't handed over several patients in the in-patient department. Some trainees are careless with their work. I'm really worried that I haven't gotten the full picture of everything."

During the hospital meeting held last week, Everleigh was forced to go to Lemont Ville to provide medical aid because of Christopher and she was displeased. When she was abroad, she also volunteered to go to Africa to provide medical aid for two years.

Christopher frowned; his face was written with agony at the thought of it. He said, "Lemont Ville is too far away."

Everleigh didn't bother talking to him. She took the records on the desk, raised her chin to the thermos on the desk and said, "Mrs. Meyers made this soup and sent it home this morning. I brought you some. Remember to drink it."

Upon hearing this, Christopher immediately jumped up and said, "I'll go. The distance between our home and hospital shouldn't be more than a kilometer away, right? My own mother didn't even bother to send me some. I think you might really be her biological daughter."

"Stop nagging. Didn't I deliver it to you? I'm going to make my rounds."

She folded her white coat and went straight to the wards in the surgical department, leaving Christopher alone.

The ordinary wards were not on the same floor as the VIP wards. There was only one VIP ward that Everleigh was responsible for. After explaining the situation to the patients and family members, they agreed on giving the green light to the trainee to follow up temporarily. She was relieved.

"I've written down all the necessary precautions. Remember to communicate with the nurse every day about the patient's blood pressure. Contact me if there is any abnormality."

"Okay, got it. Dr. Trevino, you can rest assured."

Walking across the corridor, Everleigh told the trainee to take care of certain matters. When they passed by the door of a VIP ward, they suddenly heard something breaking on the ground. Everleigh stopped and looked up at the ward number. "Is this Hansen's ward?"

The trainee nearby nodded hurriedly and said in a low voice, "Yes."

After the kidnapping on Saturday, Hansen was sent to the city hospital by ambulance. Although there was no problem after checking on him, Yvonne insisted on him being hospitalized for two days. He was really frightened.

Initially, Yvonne insisted that Everleigh, as an attending physician, be in charge of Hansen. However, the city hospital had regulations that each expert physician could only be responsible for one VIP ward. This was to prevent doctors from having the mind of earning money and not taking serious care of the ordinary patients.

"What's the matter?" Everleigh questioned after hearing the breaking sound.

The trainee shook his head and replied, "I'm not sure. We've had a few quarrels. When Emily changed the bedsheets yesterday, she overheard that Mrs. Godfrey suspected the kidnapping case to be related to someone, but Mr. Godfrey did not agree."

After hearing the words, Everleigh's gaze became a little more intense.

"I'll go and have a look," Everleigh said. She handed the records over to the trainee and knocked on Hansen's ward door.

The Godfrey family's babysitter opened the door. Her eyes became a little brighter when she saw Everleigh. She turned to look inside and said, "Sir, Madam, it's Dr. Trevino."

Standing in the common area, Wilson took a look at the door and saw Everleigh. He forced a smile and said, "Dr. Trevino, you're here. Come in."

Everleigh nodded her head as a greeting. After entering the door, she looked in the direction of the bedroom and the door was closed. "Is Yvonne inside?"

"Yes, she's inside keeping Hansen company. Have a seat."

Wilson invited Everleigh to sit. There was a set of teacups placed on the table in front of the couches and there was boiling water on a small stove.

He was different from the entrepreneurs Everleigh had met. Wilson was not hard to approach, but he was not too friendly either. Besides being polite and courteous, he always depicted a clear sense of decency. "Thank you," Everleigh took the cup and took a sip. It was a high-quality tea.

The Godfrey family's babysitter cleaned up on the side and there was only an ordinary glass cup that was broken on the ground. Everleigh guessed that Yvonne was probably the one who broke the cup. Wilson looked calm and collected, and it didn't look like something he would do.

"How is Hansen?" Everleigh questioned. She put down the cup and asked about Hansen. It was a natural thing for her to do as a doctor.

Wilson said, "He's much better. I was a little frightened. This child is an introvert. Fortunately, Dr. Trevino, you were not injured and you don't need to be hospitalized."

"It's also good to get him checked."

"Children don't like hospitals. I'm curious, is it better to have psychological guidance or to stay at home? What do you think, Dr. Trevino?"

It was Yvonne's idea to stay in the hospital for observation. Wilson was going to bring the child home when the results did not raise any red flags, but Yvonne insisted on it. Thus, he compromised.

Everleigh could tell that Wilson wanted her to speak. After all, she was a doctor and Yvonne was more likely to listen to what she said.

Everleigh smiled and avoided Wilson's gaze. "I am not the doctor in charge of Hansen, nor am I a professional in psychology, so let's follow Mr. Lawson's instruction."

Wilson picked up the teapot and refilled the cup for her.

"Thank you."

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"Dr. Trevino, there's one thing I'd like to ask you."

"Fire away."

"Why was Theodore's car there on the beach?"

Everleigh paused as she drank the tea. When she looked up, she saw Wilson's cold yet sincere eyes. Despite looking younger than his peers, he was indeed discerning. People couldn't lie to him. Everleigh's heart suddenly tightened.

"Why else?" Someone echoed. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening could be heard and Yvonne's voice rang behind Everleigh.

The beige knitted shirt made Yvonne seem thinner. Her long black hair was tied up on her head, revealing a smooth oval face. She was not as gentle and calm as usual, and there was obvious anger in her eyes. "The police didn't even replace out where the kidnappers and Hansen were, yet he could locate them straight away. What other reason could there be?"

"Yvonne," Wilson glanced at her and frowned slightly. "The case hasn't been investigated thoroughly yet."

"What did I say?" Yvonne stood behind the couch where Everleigh was sitting. When Everleigh was about to get up, Yvonne patted Everleigh on the shoulder to ask her to sit. In the meantime, Yvonne's eyes were focused on her husband, who was opposite of her.

Everleigh looked at the hand on her shoulder with her head tilted aside. The ring on her ring finger trembled slightly, as if it had been bearing years of grievances and suppression.

"You told me not to overthink about what happened seven years ago. I listened to you, but what happened in the end?" Yvonne broke the silence.

Wilson's choked voice echoed in the room, and it was suffocating.

Seven years ago?

Everleigh's heart missed a beat.