Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband ( Cora Lane ) - Season 4 Episode 92

“Mrs. Flora Lane, can you help me?”

Jane brought some pastries to Flora, but this time she was careful and didn’t buy any with mango

ingredients.

Looking at those pastries, Flora was very happy.

“Jane, don’t be so polite to me. If you need my help, just ask.”

She would be discharged from the hospital soon, and Jane was so close to her that she really felt that

her life was getting better and better.

“Actually, Dr. Lane didn’t pay your hospitalization fees recently, and I was the one who paid for it. So I

hope you can record a voice or video so Dr. Lane can take on this responsibility as soon as possible.”

Jane initially thought that Flora would definitely agree. After all, these responsibilities belonged to Cora,

and Flora would feel embarrassed if an outsider shouldered these responsibilities.

Unexpectedly, Flora said, “I will definitely help you with other things, but not with this.”

Jane’s smile disappeared immediately.

“Why? Are you afraid that these expenses will drag down Dr. Lane? It won’t. Now Dr. Lane is with

Byron, and she has plenty of money. You can’t let her not bear the obligations and responsibility that

children should have for your own selfishness.”

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“I’m not afraid of dragging her down. I’m afraid of hurting you!”

Flora’s words made Jane feel ridiculous.

“What’s your logic? Are you afraid you’ll hurt me and still let me bear your medical expenses? Do you

think I’m a fool?”

“Jane, I know it’s absurd to explain this way, but it’s the truth. You should be obedient, and don’t mess

up with Cora now, or she may really ruin you.”

Flora also said, “As for the expenses of my treatment, I will find a job after I leave the hospital, and I will

definitely return all the money to you in my lifetime.”

At this point in the conversation, Jane felt that letting Flora help would not work, so she went directly to

the hospital’s payment records…

A short post accusing a female doctor of worshiping money and marrying a rich man, but disregarding

her own mother’s life, was quickly discussed under the recommendation of several famous influencers.

Enthusiastic netizens also used human flesh to find this gold-worshiping female doctor, Cora, who was

currently a rotating doctor in the First Hospital.

At noon that day, Cora received an errand mail.

“I didn’t buy anything. It shouldn’t be mine.”

Cora looked at the kraft paper bag in the hand of the errand runner and had a bad feeling.

“Is your name Cora? Is this number yours?”

The errand runner asked her, pointing to the bill.

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“That’s indeed my name and my number. But I didn’t buy anything.”

During the period of hospitalization, Byron helped her arrange things properly and asked Carter to buy

anything she needed.

As for fruit snacks and the like, they were usually brought by the Hansen elders when they came to see

Cora.

She had no needs, so she even spent less time looking at her mobile phone during this period.

But the errand runner said, “It’s yours. It’s right. You can keep it first. I still have a lot of orders to

deliver, and they will charge me if I am late.”

Seeing that the errand runner was really in a hurry, Cora had no choice but to take the package.

Byron happened to be off work and brought lunch for Cora.

Seeing the delivery guy walk out from her, he said, “Just tell me what you want to eat. There is no need

to find someone to buy it.”

“I didn’t buy anything and didn’t know if someone sent it by mistake.”

Cora looked at the receipt attached to the bag and muttered again, “But it has my name and number on

it, and it doesn’t feel like it was sent by mistake. Forget it. I’ll open it and have a look.”

Byron didn’t pay much attention and helped her unpack the lunch in the small living room outside the

ward suite.

But halfway through the unpacking, he suddenly heard something fall to the ground, and there was a

bang and fragmented sound.

He hurriedly rushed back to Cora’s ward and saw that she was in a trance.

And what fell on the ground was a black and white posthumous photo printed of Cora, and the glass of

the photo frame had been broken all over the place…