Chapter 214:
“Comprehensive details of Ashley’s medical treatments abroad—the doctors, the support staff, everyone involved in her surgery.”
“Absolutely,” Gerard replied, his response quick and decisive.
As he turned to leave, a sudden thought halted him mid-stride. Kristian loosened his tie, his chiseled features softened by the ambient light of the room.
“Any questions?” he asked indifferently.
Gerard hesitated, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and caution.
“You’re looking for Miss Bradley’s medical records to confirm her diagnosis of stomach cancer, correct?”
Without a flicker of hesitation, Kristian confirmed,
“Yes.”
“There’s a pretty simple way to confirm it,” Gerard remarked.
“And what might that be?” Kristian pressed, his interest piqued.
Gerard approached with measured steps, his fingers adjusting his glasses as he kept his composure.
“Whether it involves traditional or minimally invasive techniques, any surgical intervention would leave scars on the abdomen. These scars might fade over time, but they never disappear completely,” he explained, his tone smooth and confident.
In simpler terms, if Kristian really wanted confirmation, he could potentially look for tell-tale scars on Ashley’s abdomen.
Kristian’s brow furrowed, the suggestion striking a moral chord. The idea of invading Ashley’s privacy felt inherently wrong to him.
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“You’re planning to marry her eventually, aren’t you? Checking for a scar shouldn’t be too intrusive,” Gerard blurted out, his voice slightly coaxing, as if he could read the turmoil brewing in Kristian’s thoughts.
“Just look into it.”
Kristian dismissed his suggestion with a subtle brush-off.
Gerard gave a brief nod and walked off, a hint of understanding flickering in his gaze as he turned away.
He carried with him the certainty that Kristian’s heart had always belonged to Freya, even if Kristian himself mistook his lingering feelings of rejection for love.
Gerard mused that after the inevitable fallout between Kristian and Freya, he might find himself busier than ever, possibly relocating his main office to the branch office in Alerith.
Gerard barely lingered in the company. With a few swift delegations to the secretarial team, he was out the door.
Weekends were supposed to be for relaxation, but for Gerard, a Sunday was just another day in his relentless schedule.
Kristian, on the other hand, settled into his desk shortly after Gerard’s departure.
The office was quieter than usual, a gentle hum of silence filling the space typically buzzing with activity. Like Gerard, Kristian found little difference between weekdays and weekends.
His focus was unyielding as he sifted through documents, his phone’s persistent vibration a mere background nuisance until he reached a stopping point. With a nonchalant glance, he finally attended to the insistent device.
The moment he saw the message, a chill ran through him.
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