Dear Sweetheart

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.

As of now, the most

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

she

a little talented at conducting research. Ms. Garland, you’re capable, too. Faymon Group is doing well under your

added, “We’re both capable.

the fake nurse, who was unfortunately already dead.

area ages ago. Look how experienced her disguise was. I don’t blame you for not seeing through her act.” Jeremy

Soon, Wyatt arrived.

Wyatt asked as he walked into the ward with a box. He blanched in shock upon seeing the cut

was here and stopped

swimming at the sight of the dozens of glass bottles squeezed inside the box. To her surprise, the box looked tiny but

the bottles. With a tool, he slowly

itchy when spread across her wound. It didn’t cause any

her wounds, Jeremy told her, “This medicine works well and won’t leave any scar on your face. However, as

Not even experienced doctors could promise that the cut wouldn’t cause a scar. However, she had

completely. Otherwise, I might feel sad to see my reflection in the mirror later on.

nurse showed up in

the surveillance footage. A

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

know Curtis nearly died thanks to her careful execution? We don’t know if she has

Wyatt dared not argue with him and gave himself a soft slap in the

who came up with the plan and sent someone to

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