Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection - Season 1 Episode 70

Walter gave him a cold glance and said indifferently, “If Mr. Borseth can be here, why can’t I?”

Alexander was mute.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. If I were to climb over the wall again at this moment, there would be no way to justify it.

The doctors who were originally standing there did have discernment. Seeing that they all knew each other, they didn’t ask anything and just left.

Only a middle-aged doctor was left. Upon understanding, I realized he was the director of this hospital.

Hearing that we had climbed over the wall to find someone, he was somewhat amused and frustrated for a moment. Looking at me, he said, “Mrs. Hinton, if you wanted to come here to find someone, you could have just notified me. Climbing over the wall like this, it makes my place seem like some sort of crime scene.”

I chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed. Had I known I could get in through Walter’s connections, I certainly wouldn’t have chosen to climb over the wall and make things hard for myself.

It’s hard to say about this matter, I just laughed.,

Walter glanced at me, then turned to Dylan, the head of the hospital, “Mr. Martinez, could we take a look at all the patients here?”

Knowing that we were looking for someone, Dylan nodded and led us into the ment*l hospital building.

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Because of the sound I had unintentionally heard before, I headed straight for that floor after entering the building.

I found the ward where I had heard the sound. I looked at Dylan and asked, “Mr. Martinez, could you open the ward door, please?”

Dylan looked at me, then at Walter, and said, “Mr. Hinton, Mrs. Hinton, most of the patients in this building suffer from severe ment*l illnesses. If they have an episode, they could harm others. For your safety, perhaps it would be best to confirm from outside, what do you think?”

Hearing this, I pursed my lips, fell silent for a moment, nodded, and said no more. I looked through the small window on the door of the ward into the room. Inside the ward, there was only a small bed, along with some simple toiletries and a change of clothes.

The person lying there, motionless, dressed, it was unclear whether they were asleep or not.

Judging by the situation. I uncertainly called out, “Abagail,” into the

room.

The person inside was covered with a blanket, motionless, and their appearance was unclear. I called out several times, but there was still no movement. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if they were asleep or if something had happened.

Looking back at Dylan, he also paused for a moment, fearing trouble, he ordered someone to open the door. Upon entering, they saw that the person lying on the bed was indeed Abagail after the quilt was removed. Her face was pale and there was a lot of white foam around her mouth.

Seeing this situation, the dean was also stunned. He hurried to check on Abagail’s condition. However, as soon as he reached out to feel

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Abagail’s breath, he froze completely.

Seeing his reaction, my heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

Afterwards, Dylan said with a slightly trembling voice, “He’s not breathing!”

“What?” Alexander was somewhat surprised, disbelievingly reaching out to check Abagail’s breath. After not detecting any sign of breathing, he frowned, looking at Dylan and said, “Mr. Martinez, what’s going on? A perfectly fine person just disappears, is this some kind of shady business?”

Dylan was also a bit stunned, and hurriedly said, “Everything was fine this morning, I really don’t know what happened!”

Saying this, he quickly took out his phone to call and contact the doctor and nurse in charge of this floor.

Walter had remained silent, his dark eyes studying Abagail for a moment before his brows furrowed slightly.

Seeing his reaction, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“She must have taken something.” Walter spoke.

Alexander gave him a glance, “Isn’t it obvious? He’s been spitting up so much foam, he must have eaten something he shouldn’t have.”

Walter raised an eyebrow, but didn’t argue with him.

A moment.

“Mr. Martinez, what’s wrong? What happened?” The doctor in charge. of this floor arrived quickly, panting heavily as he asked Dylan. From his appearance, it seemed he had run over.

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Dylan looked at the rushing doctor, pointed at Abagail who had

already stopped breathing, and angrily said, “What the hell happened? A perfectly fine person, how could she just stop breathing? You better give me an explanation!”

The doctor looked at Abagail’s condition, and after confirming Abagail’s death, he turned somewhat pale and looked at Dylan, saying, “Mr. Martinez, I didn’t know about this. When I came to check on her two hours ago, she was still fine.”

“Dr. Samuel!” I called out to the doctor, then my gaze shifted to the number on Abagail’s hospital gown – 030.

Two hours ago, when I secretly climbed over the wall and came in, I saw him downstairs, and, it seemed, I heard something I shouldn’t have.

At that time, this Dr. Samuel and another doctor were talking about 030, and what they were referring to was Abagail!

Hearing my voice, the doctor turned to me, opening his mouth with some confusion, “Who are you?”

“You don’t know me!” I began, turning to Dylan, “Mr. Martinez, a perfectly healthy person just suddenly lost his breath, we should call the police immediately!”

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