His Precious Love

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.

MORI Research Center was an organization serving the Amalgamated Nations but not controlled by it. As of now, the most advanced medical equipment and medication were all developed by MORI Research Center.

to get admitted to the Faculty of Translation of Norham University, where Rayna graduated from. One would need 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 four thesis or research

Rayna praised sincerely. She changed the way she treated Jeremy when she realized how impressive his accomplishments were. Come to think of it, everyone Curtis

lips curled slightly. “Not really. I’m just a little talented at conducting research. Ms. Garland, you’re capable, too. Faymon Group is doing well under your management. If I were in your shoes, I couldn’t have done

added, “We’re both capable. Right

nurse, who was unfortunately already dead. The bodyguards bore grim

blame you for not seeing through her act.” Jeremy didn’t

Soon, Wyatt arrived.

asked as he walked into the ward with a box. He blanched

Garland was here

inside the

bottles and mixed the contents of the bottles. With

itchy when

on your

any scars.” Rayna gave him a grateful nod. Not even experienced doctors could promise that the cut wouldn’t

face will recover completely. Otherwise, I might feel sad to see my reflection in

fake nurse showed up in the emergency department when Curtis

the surveillance footage. A few

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 with the other nurses. She then offered to help one of the nurses and got her card to deliver the medicine to our floor. No

nearly died thanks to her careful execution?

I was wrong.” Wyatt dared not argue with him and gave himself a soft slap in

her brows furrowed. “I wonder who came up with

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 used to call him that

wrong form of address, Rayna blushed to the tips of her ears after hearing

was once married to Mr. Faymon’s cousin, Julian Faymon for one year. Before our divorce, I used to call