Evelyn Clayton put down the iodine and bandages, seeing James Grant hadn’t left, she was about to urge him.
"Who do you think caused Summer Monroe’s car accident?"
To be honest, Evelyn was curious too.
The words she was about to say got swallowed back, this time Evelyn replied with genuine emotion.
"I don’t know." Evelyn’s face grew more solemn, pacing to James’ side, "Could it be just a pure accident?"
James was still gazing at the nighttime view outside the window, he shook his head slightly after hearing this, "Doesn’t seem like it. There are plenty of both obvious and hidden bodyguards around Summer, not to mention Soren Foster, none of these people would allow anything to happen to Summer."
Evelyn had a sudden revelation, her long lashes trembling slightly, "Unless someone tampered with the car?"
James nodded, "That’s right. But for now, I really can’t think of who it might be."
After a night of chaos, not to mention James, Evelyn’s mind couldn’t think straight either, "Thinking too much is pointless... just hope it’s all an accident, otherwise, that person must have other motives."
Upon hearing this, James turned his eyes, staring at Evelyn, "You don’t have to be afraid, everything..."
The words ’Everything is up to me’ reached his lips, but James swallowed them back.
Evelyn wouldn’t like hearing it, and saying it would be in vain.
Evelyn turned her face away, her voice somewhat muffled, "It’s late, you should leave."
James lowered his gaze to the view outside the window.
The neighborhood was empty, eerily quiet.
Today, the black-clad figure dared to make a move right at the entrance of the apartment building, who knows what will happen next...
Hearing James’ matter-of-fact tone, Evelyn was so angry that she laughed, her beautiful face somewhat intimidating, "What do you mean? You want me to cook for you?"
James raised an eyebrow, "Can’t you?"
Evelyn, exasperated, with a darkened face, was about to refuse, but her peripheral vision caught sight of James’ bandaged arm and those slightly bloodless lips.
She swallowed her words in frustration.
Walking to the dining room, Evelyn asked in exasperation, "What do you want to eat?"
She washed her hands and prepared ingredients, James watched the graceful silhouette in front of him, a feeling of indescribable fullness swelling inside.
"Anything you cook is fine."
Evelyn’s movements paused briefly but she remained silent, quietly taking out ingredients to start preparing.
The smile in James’ eyes deepened a little, silently stepping forward to help.
The two stood side by side, busy together, at first glance, they looked like a couple who had come home from work to cook, peaceful and beautiful.
"What? Didn’t catch him?!"
In the hospital stairwell, Heather Donovan looked at the man in black in front of her, both shocked and furious.
The man lowered his head, dispiritedly, "Someone went to rescue her, besides, that was a residential area, if anyone found out, it wouldn’t be good."
"Idiot!" Heather Donovan shouted angrily, "What good are you to me?"
The subordinate lowered his head even more, remaining silent for a long time.
Heather Donovan breathed heavily, "You said someone rescued her, who was it?"
"...It was James Grant. I even injured him, afraid that he would cry out in pain, I could only run back."
Heather Donovan froze for a moment, then laughed angrily.
"Well then, it turns out to be him..."
Heather Donovan was very angry.
Her daughter had given enough face and good graces to James Grant, who knew he was still thinking about that little bitch Evelyn Clayton!
Her gaze shifted to the subordinate, Heather Donovan spoke with annoyance, "Get lost!"
Exiting the stairwell, Heather Donovan was both worried and angry.
The failure to capture Evelyn made her and James more alert, making it even harder afterward.
Just as she was thinking this, passing by the nurse’s station, the night-shift nurse suddenly called out to her.
"Mrs. Donovan, someone just delivered something for you."
The young nurse ran out to her, handing Heather Donovan a package.
Heather Donovan frowned, opening it to find a tiny SD card inside, along with a note.
It read: A small gift, insert it in your phone.
The handwriting was somewhat ugly, very unfamiliar.
Heather Donovan was puzzled but followed the instruction, and upon opening her phone, a photo suddenly popped up. Chapters first released on novel·fire.net
In the photo, it unmistakably showed Keith Donovan lurking near the car accident scene.