Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Maybe after being exposed to so many life and death situations, Dr. Lancaster could seem very indifferent, just the same as being a criminal police officer. After they had witnessed all sorts of murder cases and all kinds of terrifying corpses, their heart would gradually turn numb from the repetition and exposure of these gory scenes.

"Dr. Lancaster is so great," Freddie said with a sigh as he thought about it.

Sonia smiled without continuing the conversation, but she heaved a huge sigh of relief inside. She couldn't judge whether Tim was a great doctor or not because that was just how his personality was, and the reason he became a doctor wasn't to save lives and help the injured.

According to himself, he became a doctor because he liked the feeling of performing surgery, as it gave him a great sense of pleasure and satisfaction.

Although this was a very sick reason, it was undeniable that he had saved a lot of people. So, he could be considered excellent, in a way.

However, the most important thing for her now was that the colossal stone weighing on her heart had been lifted. Fortunately, she could pull the wool over Freddie's eyes so that he didn't continue to assume that Tim was really a cold-blooded devil. If he did, he might start investigations on Tim.

Even though she wasn't sure if Tim had done anything malicious in the dark, she didn't hear about them, at least. So, she could play on plausible deniability.

Therefore, as his friend, she couldn't stand idly by when others were suspicious of him.

Even if she was wrong in covering up for Tim, she was still a person with her own biases, not a totally impartial one.

Since she had selfish desires, why shouldn't she just act according to her heart's desires then?

Sonia locked those thoughts away as she glanced at Freddie and asked, "Officer Chase, was Dr. Lancaster the one who attended to Anya after you sent her to the hospital?"

"No." He shook his head. "After we sent her there, the one who attended to her first was a general doctor. We have no idea what happened afterward, but that general doctor left halfway, saying he was busy. So, in the end, it was Dr. Lancaster who took over, and after he had given her a checkup, he prescribed her some immunosuppressant drugs and told us to take her back, saying that this was a normal situation. She'll be in pain for a few days, but after taking some medication, she will be fine and doesn't need to be hospitalized."

"I see." The edges of her lips twitched as she tried to suppress the amusement in her heart.

What does he mean by a normal situation, only oral medication is needed and no hospitalization? I think he's clearly doing this on purpose, she reckoned.

At least from what she had heard, once rejection happened after surgery, they had to be hospitalized for observation and treatment, and she had never heard of just taking the medication to suppress it.

Furthermore, Tim was a surgeon, not an orthopedist. He wasn't even in the correct department for such an ailment, so his credibility was naturally much lower.

Despite this, she knew very well why he did what he had done—to stand up for her.

Tim was aware that Anya and Sonia had a dispute before, and when he happened to find out that the police had sent Anya to the hospital, he asked the general doctor to leave so he could take over. Then, he simply prescribed some medication to close the case.

The reason he did that wasn't to treat Anya but to prolong her suffering so he could vent out the frustrations on Sonia's behalf. But, of course, Sonia wouldn't say this out loud as this would cause trouble for him.

After all, he did this for her, and it would be ungrateful on her part if she sold him out. So even if what he did was wrong, she wouldn't snitch on him.

"Please take me to visit Anya, Officer Chase," Sonia requested.

No matter what, she was already here, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to see how pathetic Anya was doing now. Otherwise, this would have been a wasted trip.

"Sure, she's right here," Officer Chase answered, pointing at the detention center.

Sonia nodded and followed him through the main doors of the detention center. Regardless, she abruptly stopped in her tracks and didn't want to enter any further.

Freddie noticed her behavior as he stopped and stood beside her while she lifted her head and looked in the cell.

The space inside was divided into two—half had a table and chair while the other half had iron railings. Inside, there was a simple single bed with sheets.

Right now, Anya was wearing an orange vest that the suspects were wearing and laying on the single bed, wailing and rolling in pain.

As the pain was too much for her to bear, her eyes were squeezed shut, and she gripped the sheets tightly. Her face twisted into an agonizing expression; she looked pale and was covered in so much cold sweat that her hair was drenched.

Beside her, there were also two female police officers taking care of her—one pressed her down and wanted to stuff a towel into her mouth lest she accidentally bit her own tongue, and another was bent over, dispensing the medication to her.

Sonia felt her heart wrench when she saw Anya in such a state. Her face involuntarily cringed as she clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest.

She didn't pity Anya, of course; she purely felt as though she could experience the pain Anya was feeling at such a sight.

Sonia closed her eyes as she quickly turned around and walked away. After a few steps outside the detention center, she stopped and opened her eyes again, letting out a long breath.

Now, she rather regretted the decision to visit her earlier because she could feel her own legs hurting just from recalling the imagery from before.

While she was rubbing her temples, she heard Freddie's voice from behind, asking, "Miss Reed, aren't you going to greet Anya?"