[You can ignore what I say. I’ll tell Diarmuid Althoff everything right now.]
[Stop.]
Debbie replied instantly, as if the sender would call Diarmuid if she were a second to slow.
There was no way she would let Diarmuid find out about James, or she would never be allowed to stay with him-and that would still be the least of her worries.
[I won’t talk, but you’d have to do something about the one who suspects you.]
Debbie was left staring at the text.
The one who suspected her?
But Zachary did not suspect her at all…
His wife, however, was quite suspicious of her, and was just stopping short of saying that she was the one behind James’s accident.
[You mean Ember?]
[You know very well who it is.]
Debbie thought about it, but it definitely was just Ember who suspected her.
Diarmuid was abroad and would not have the time to care about what happened to her.
She also knew a thing or two about Zachary, and he would never suspect her-he was neither calculative nor petty, and he had no reason to suspect her because she had always been close to James.
He was just that ‘simple-minded’.
“Hey-Zachary is calling for you,” Ember suddenly called out from behind Debbie.
She quickly turned off her screen, clenching her phone in her hand as she slowly turned around.
“Is there a problem?” Debbie asked with calm composure.
Naturally, the people within Diarmuid’s inner circle had their own strengths-for example, Debbie was cool as a cucumber despite her crime.
One would certainly give her that much.
“He’s just called an ambulance to take Mr. Cross to another hospital,” Ember said coolly.
She did not like Debbie for some reason and the feeling was mutual.
“Understood.” Debbie hurried downstairs and stopped Zachary the instant she saw him. “You can’t move him-you’re just affecting his treatment.”
“He’s not getting treated here at all—he’ll die if he stays!” Zachary retorted, appearing determined.
Debbie’s fingers clenched, but she demanded without flinching, “Will you take responsibility for what happens?”
Zachary looked her in the eye, growling every word. “Yes, I will.”
With that, he turned to the medical staff behind him. “He’s in the OR. I’ve spoken to the admin already.”
Naturally, Debbie was flustered. “Have you thought about this? There’s a man’s life at stake here.”
“Zachary can, just as I’ll shoulder the responsibility with him,” Ember said, siding with Zachary while firing back, “You, on the other hand, have been stubborn about stopping US. It’s like you’re up to something.”
Zachary agreed with Ember this time. “Yes, Debbie-James is in bad shape, and he really might die if he stays in this hospital with its horrible conditions. Why are you so insistent on stopping me?”
Debbie held her head high without appearing guilty at all. “James and I go way back. We know each other so well, and everything I’m doing right now is for his sake.” If you’re not lying,” Ember said with a sneer.
Debbie promptly wheeled on her and snapped, “What’s your wife’s problem, Zachary Slate? She doesn’t even know me! Why would I try to hurt James? Even if we can’t agree on this, what we want is ultimately the same-for James to be fine. Your wife, on the other end, keeps insinuating that I’d hurt James! So I’m asking you, why would I do that?What good would it do me?!”
Since Debbie had worked under Diarmuid for a long time, she was close with Stan and James. On the surface, she had no reason to hurt James.
As such, Zachary said, “Forgive her. She doesn’t know that you’re his friend. =
Meanwhile, the medical staff had wheeled James out of the operating room, and Zachary said, “Let’s go.”
Debbie glanced at James on the stretcher and remained impassive despite her panic. “Yeah, we should hurry-his treatment shouldn’t wait.”
Ember pursed her lips. “Really?”
Zachary shot her a glare. “Stop it.’
Saving James took priority right now-it was not the time to fight.
Ember had always been wet behind her ears when it came to Zachary- since he had spoken, she quietly followed without a word,
Soon, the ambulance brought James to Central Hospital, and he was immediately wheeled into the operating room for another surgery thanks to Zachary’s arrangement.
Zachary was not allowed in because he had resigned, and thus had to wait outside with the others.
Debbie stood very far from them because she lacked composure. Even if James had no idea that she was the one who staged his accident, he would be smart enough to suspect her.
If James really did wake up, she would be exposed at any moment.
Meanwhile, Ember leaned in to whisper into Zachary’s ear, “You should keep an eye on Debbie.”
Zachary certainly had not been watching Debbie before because he was too worried about James.
He turned toward Debbie just then and saw that she was fidgeting uneasily.
“I think she’s feeling guilty,” Ember told him.
Zachary rebuked her softly. ’Stop it. She would never hurt James.”
Ember, however, still felt that Debbie was deliberately interfering with James’s treatment. “Why not?”
“Because she has no reason to. They both work for Diarmuid and have built an understanding over the years. What good would it do her anyway?”
Ember was stumped.
Still, she grumbled under her breath, “How should I know? But I can tell she wants to hurt him.”
“You shouldn’t say that if you don’t have proof,” Zachary replied.
Ember turned quiet reluctantly.
It was another hour until the doors of the operating room opened and a nurse stepped out.
“Who is the patient’s family member?”
Debbie rushed to the nurse, demanding, “How is he? Is he awake?”
“The doctor is checking on him, but this needs signing,” the nurse said as she held out a form to Debbie, asking again, “Who will sign it?”
“I’ll sign it,” Zachary said, and did so immediately.
Debbie, however, grabbed the nurse’s arm and stopped her from leaving. ’ Hey! I asked you a question-how is the patient? Is he awake?!”
The nurse replied, ’I don’t know. I’m just a nurse.”
At the same time, Zachary had to pry Debbie off the nurse. “Calm down.”
Realizing that she had lost her cool, Debbie quickly tried to hide it, “How could I? Mr. Althoff needs him right now, but this has to happen…”
She appeared miserable, and Zachary breathed a sigh. “He’s probably fine.”
He had faith in the doctors of Central Hospital, but he said that more to assure himself than to assure Debbie.
The light indicator outside the operating room turned off after two hours and the doctor who operated on him stepped out, still in his blue scrubs.
As the doctor took off his face mask, Zachary hurried to him, asking urgently, “How is he, Dr. Wagner?”
At the same time, Debbie was watching closely!
Dr. Wagner and Zachary were close, and so the former easily agreed to the surgery on short notice.But things appeared ominous at the moment.
“Well, he’s safe and breathing…”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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