Chapter 137: Chapter 137

Clara Quinn reached out, tightly holding Vera Yates’s pale, slender hand, "Don’t worry, I absolutely won’t allow Sienna to disgrace our family. On that day, I will let everyone know her true face. More men can’t be deceived by her."

Clara squinted her eyes, a shadowy glint shooting forth from her pupils.

Vera’s lips slowly curved into a smile.

After finally seeing Clara off, Vera looked at the invitation card in her hand. Her tearful eyes instantly turned ferocious, her frail appearance vanishing in a flash.

"Hmph! Trying to use me, are you?"

To her, Clara’s means were utterly low. After all her time in the entertainment industry, she could see through such tricks with crystal clarity.

The assistant standing nearby quietly asked, "But just now, wasn’t that lady just showing concern for you?"

"Concern? Does she think her little schemes toward Stephen can be hidden from me? It’s just using me as a pawn, letting me and Sienna fight until we’re both worn out. Then she’ll reap the benefits, thinking I’m a fool or what?"

Who will be the knife, and who will be the fish—it’s not certain yet.

Not long after Clara left the hospital room, Miles Grant pushed open the door, carrying the breakfast he just bought, along with a red invitation card.

The assistant’s face instantly flushed upon seeing Miles, keeping her head down, not daring to look at him.

The gentle Miles adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, placing the meals on the table, smiling warmly, "Looks like you’re recovering well. I’ve bought breakfast for the both of you. Once you’ve eaten, you can be discharged; I’ve already taken care of the discharge procedures for you."

Miles took out the meals one by one while the assistant stood dazedly on the spot. Did he just say he bought her breakfast too? Did she actually have one as well?

Vera, wearing slippers, approached, looking at the three pairs of chopsticks laid out, smiling at the assistant, "Why aren’t you joining us? You’ve watched over me all night, you must be tired. Have breakfast and then take the day off to rest."

Miles looked at Vera with affection, the corners of his attractive mouth slowly lifting, his eyes gleaming softly.

"Vera’s as kind as ever," he said, handing the chopsticks to Vera.

The latter smiled sweetly, blushing shyly, "Miles, you always like to tease me."

The assistant walked over woodenly, head bowing lower and lower, taking up the chopsticks and, looking at the steaming meal, felt waves of warmth in her heart, knowing it was prepared especially for Vera with her meal just added in.

Her lips curled slightly upwards, occasionally stealing glances at Miles sitting opposite her, finding the plain rice becoming a bit sweeter.

Miles pushed the invitation in his hand toward Vera, "You’ve probably received this invitation too."

Vera looked at the invitation in Miles’s hand, identical to the one Clara just gave her, coldly scoffing inwardly. Clara really played her part well, even sending one to Miles, though Vera was curious how Clara planned to deal with Sienna that day.

"I received it too!" Vera nodded lightly.

Miles’s gaze deepened, staring intently at her, "Some things should start now, right?"

Seeing the man’s eyes suddenly darken, Vera felt a swell of pleasure inside.

After breakfast, Miles helped Vera pack her luggage, initially intending to drive her back himself. However, a sudden message arrived on his phone, and upon seeing the number, Miles squinted his eyes.

"Vera, it seems I can’t take you back today."

Miles said apologetically.

Vera’s gaze drifted to his phone; Miles was already off duty, with other doctors on shift. Even if there was an operation, he didn’t need to go. So what kind of message could make him give up taking her?

With understanding, Vera nodded, speaking sweetly, "Don’t worry, I can get back on my own, plus I have her with me."

She wrapped an arm around the assistant as she spoke.

The assistant, surprised by the gesture, instinctively shuddered a bit under the embrace.

Frowning slightly, Vera shot her an impatient look, prompting the assistant to obediently say, "Dr. Grant, with me accompanying Miss Vance, you can go about your work without worry."

Assured by the assistant, Miles finally felt at ease but was still filled with guilt.

Watching him leave, Vera’s gaze flickered, sensing that Miles’s secrets seemed to be increasing, making him harder to read.

This uncontrollable mystery made Vera uncomfortable. She liked to have everything within her grasp to feel secure.

Once Miles stepped out of the hospital room, the gentle smile he wore all along suddenly froze, a shadow crossing his brow, as he quickly walked to the parking lot and drove off to the address on his phone.

In a teahouse private room, a middle-aged man brewed tea with intricate craftsmanship, appearing exceptionally refined.

Finally, handing the brewed tea to Miles, "Dr. Grant, try my craft."

Miles, holding the teacup, sipped lightly, the lingering aroma making him instinctively give a thumbs up.

Since Miles entered, quite some time passed, yet this man hadn’t mentioned the reason he was called over.

Setting down his teacup, the man, with interest, watched Miles, "Dr. Grant, indeed the best surgeon, applying your operation patience to life as well."

Miles chuckled softly, unhurried in his reply, "Only by calmly handling every surgical detail can one avoid mistakes." Discover more novels at noveⅼfire.net

"Truly a fine doctor, seems seeking you out was the best choice." The man’s lips slowly lifted, studying Miles with profound interest.

From their meeting to now, Miles’s composed demeanor had left him impressed.

Listening to the man’s words, Miles remained unmoved, the corners of his lips raising into an elegant curve, and calmly asked, "I wonder what it is you need me for? My abilities are quite limited."

"This matter should be a cinch for Dr. Grant." The man laughed lightly, pushing a folder toward Miles.

Opening it, Miles’s previously calm eyes gradually widened with disbelief, as he gazed up at the middle-aged man.

"This... this is murder!"

"Murder? Why speak so alarmingly, doctor? I’m a law-abiding citizen, how could I do anything so heinous, let alone murder?"

The man shrugged helplessly, his expression innocuous, yet Miles found it filled with dread.

Within the file was another middle-aged man’s medical record, with his surgery scheduled the day after tomorrow, coincidentally in the very hospital where Miles worked.