Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1662: Do You Miss Me?

Chapter 1662: Do You Miss Me?

Manderson Hospital.

Upon arriving, Luther headed straight to the office of the hospital director. On the way there, he had exerted pressure on the director through a heavyweight figure in the Mufron medical community. Regardless he was determined to get to the bottom of the matter today.

The director was already waiting for him.

Upon Luther's arrival, he got straight to the point, "I promise to donate 200 million dollars to your hospital for research. I hope you will tell me everything you know."

The director thanked him repeatedly, "Mr. Warner, thank you. To be honest, I'm not very clear about the situation either. I'll call the vice director over now."

After saying that, he pressed the intercom button.

Soon, the vice director appeared in the director's office.

"How much did you take in bribes? Tell me everything about Iris's situation, and why did you transfer the doctor and nurse in charge of Joyce's delivery? What are you trying to cover up? What happened to Iris in the end?" the director scolded angrily.

Luther sneered, "I can offer you three times what they gave you. I just want answers."

The vice director, realizing that the truth was out, looked dejected. "Director, I didn't do it for the money, I was threatened."

The director was shocked, "Threatened? What happened exactly? You can't hide it now, this is Mr. Warner, the famous Pascaylia. If you tell him, he can help you."

Luther nodded, "I can guarantee your safety."

The vice director sighed, "I don't know what happened to Iris in the end. I was threatened, and they did pay me, even though we didn't want to accept it. They made us tell everyone that Iris was dead. Later, Iris was transferred somewhere else. I really don't know where she is or what the situation is like now."

"When was Iris taken away?" Luther instinctively clenched his fists. There was definitely a big problem.

"It was less than a year ago. I can't remember the exact time, but it was when we pretended to bury Iris," the vice director replied.

"I see." Luther's expression turned even darker. "Who was behind all this?"

The vice director's eyes flickered. "I, I really can't say. Mr. Warner..."

He hesitated for a moment. "It's not that I don't trust your abilities, it's just that the other side is too powerful. I'm afraid that if I say it, my family will be in danger. Unless they agree to let me say it, I really dare not..."

"You!" The director was so angry that he picked up the file on the table and smashed it on the vice director's head. "Is this how I taught you to behave? What about your medical ethics? You're scared by a mere threat? Speak up! Speak up! Who is it?"

The vice director didn't even dare to dodge and just endured it.

Luther stopped the director, "Don't pressure him. Since he's so afraid, the other side must be someone powerful. Let's try another approach."

He thought for a moment. "For example, are there any special clients or special wards in your hospital? Let's work backward from there."

The director thought for a moment, "Mr. Warner, please wait."

The director opened the computer to check the information. After a moment, he said, "The Ballard family has had a special ward in the hospital for a long time, which is exclusively reserved for them. It's a ten- year package, but the patient was discharged a few months ago."

Someone related to the Ballard family?

Luther's brows furrowed deeper.

Although he was grateful to Christian for saving Joyce, he wanted to keep his distance from the Ballard family and avoid getting too involved. As for why Christian saved Joyce and what his motives were, Luther still didn't understand.

"Can I go see this special ward?" Luther asked.

"Of course. The ward has been empty all the time, reserved exclusively for the Ballard family," the director pushed the vice director, "You come with us too."

The vice director looked strange and kept his head down.

Luther noticed that the vice director's expression became more and more evasive, and even his hands were shaking in fear. It seemed that Iris's situation was indeed related to the owner of this ward, who was the person who had threatened the vice director.

The director led the way, and they arrived at the Ballard family's special ward.

The nurse at the nursing station followed, "Director, vice director, although no one has lived in the room, we have been cleaning it all the time. Please come in."

The nurse opened the door.

The ward was very large, with clean white walls and furniture in an elegant light blue style. At the foot of the huge white bed, the infinite beauty of the sunset shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a faint red hue over everything around it.

There were still some scattered decorations on the table. They were all Japanese-style, with exquisite screens, cherry blossom-patterned tea sets, tea mats, cup holders, and so on.

Everything indicated that a woman who loved cherry blossoms had once lived here.

Luther's brows furrowed even deeper.

The Ballard family, a woman who loves cherry blossoms.

In his distant memory, he thought of a person. How could it be possible?

She was supposed to be dead.

Could it be that she didn't die back then? Was it possible?

"What was the name of the person who lived here?" he asked involuntarily, his voice even trembling slightly.

"Sorry, Mr. Warner, only the person who took care of her personally would know her name. Our hospital records show her as anonymous. We cannot inquire about the patient's privacy," the director replied. "I understand," Luther nodded.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the vice director.

The vice director lowered his head in guilt.

Luther became even more convinced that Iris's situation must be related to the owner of this ward, who was the person who had threatened the vice director.

Suddenly, the vice director's phone rang.

The ringtone sounded particularly abrupt in the silent ward.

The vice director looked at the caller ID and was so scared that his face turned white. He almost threw his phone away on the spot.

"Answer it!" the director knew what was going on and shouted.

The vice director trembled as he turned away and answered the phone.

Before he could even speak, the other party gave an order directly.

"Are you with Mr. Warner? Give him the phone and let him answer it."

The vice director was taken aback and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know how they found out, but I haven't said anything."

"I know. Otherwise, you're dead. Let him answer the phone," the other party said.

"Okay." The vice director handed the phone to Luther, shaking.

"Hello, who are you?" Luther picked up the phone and spoke coldly.

A beautiful and melodious female voice came from the phone, with a hint of coldness.

"Brother Luther, it's been ten years. Do you miss me?"