Wilson happened to hear Missha's words. His vocal cords had been altered, so his voice was hoarse as he spoke, "What do you mean by that?" "Of course it's about the Godfrey family. Xavier has won over the support of the people in the company. Most of the resources are in his hands. The more you delay, the more trouble you will have."
The plastic surgeon, who was standing on one side, shook his head and said, "We can't rush this. Without proper treatment, his face might collapse at any time."
Missha knew that as well, but she just wanted to provoke Wilson. Otherwise, he might think of taking his sweet time here.
She could bring him up, but she could destroy him as well.
"Since you have said so, I can only wait. Mr. Godfrey, please have a good rest." After saying this, Missha turned around and left.
Wilson did not say anything, but the anger in his eyes could be seen clearly. Deep down, he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Once he was out, no one could think about stopping him.
When Missha came out, she glanced at the doctor. "So, have you completed all the formalities?"
"Yes. I have made two copies. They're in my office."
"Well, show them to me," she said in a low voice. She was a person who would go all out in everything she wanted to do. Although she sort of had Wilson tied to her, he would have other ideas sooner or later. It was better for her to come up with a backup plan.
The doctor kept photos of Wilson from before as well as his current appearance. At the same time, he had copies of the relevant documents.
They even had some of the procedures prepared.
"I'll take this away. You can keep this. Listen, don't tell anyone about this matter, okay?" Missha kept one copy and left the other copy on the table.
The doctor knew what she meant and naturally understood what to do.
She left the place and even destroyed the dashcam to make it seem like she had not been here at all.
A few days later, the bandages on Wilson's face were removed. The person sitting in front of the mirror had a different face. Although it still somewhat resembled him, it was not the same.
"Miss Jenkins asked me to give this to you. From now on, your name is Revainge Folks." The doctor handed him a new ID card as well as some documents. Missha had all of them prepared beforehand.
Wilson held the documents and there were mixed emotions in his eyes.
He was so excited that his hands were trembling. He did not know what to say.
"You can go out now. Your car is waiting for you outside."
"Okay." Wilson would not thank Missha. After all, he had risked his own life.
The moment he walked out of the door, he was no longer Wilson Godfrey, but Revainge Folks.
"Mr. Folks, this way please."
He was a little surprised to hear how he was being addressed. He was not used to it yet.
"Mr. Folks, don't tell me you haven't gotten used to this identity yet."
"Did Missha send you here?"
"Yes, Miss Jenkins ordered me to take you to the new company. Everything will begin now."
Without saying anything, Wilson opened the door and got in the car.
He arrived at the new company and saw that it was not that big, but its prospects were great. It would depend on his abilities whether it would expand and grow.
He did not say a word about what he was going to do next.
The days passed by and it was almost the new year. It was so hectic in the hospital that it was impossible for Everleigh and Christopher to take a break.
He leaned back in his chair and said, "What sins have I committed in the past? Why did I study medicine?"
She took a sip of water. It was obvious that she looked exhausted.
"It's almost Christmas. What are your plans?"
"It's the same as every year. The only difference is that there is a new addition to the family." He was delighted when he mentioned this. Erine had promised to celebrate Christmas with his family.
That year, he was determined to go home, so he would definitely not be on duty.
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