Chapter 1273 Culprit
Stanley was about to hang up when Joyce stopped him.
“No. Please don’t hang up on me. I have something to tell you. It’s related to the culprit.”
“What?” He was resting after finishing a complicated surgery, but shot to his feet after hearing the shocking news. “You mean the culprit who murdered my parents?”
Stanley pressed his lips into a thin line as he told her to come to his office.
He immediately ended the call when Joyce had noted it down, not wanting to spare another word for her.
Disappointment flashed across Joyce’s eyes as she set her phone down and looked at the nurse. “Can you show me the way to room 301 of the Neurology Department?”
Room 301 of the Neurology Department was Stanley’s office.
The nurse was no longer suspicious of Joyce’s identity. After confirming Joyce was Stanley’s friend, she pointed down a hallway. “Go down this hallway, and you’ll reach the elevator, take it to the third floor, then take a right turn. It’s the first room down that hallway.”
“All right, thanks,” Joyce said, then strode toward the direction pointed out for her.
Soon, Joyce was standing in front of the door to Stanley’s office.
The door was wide open. Joyce took in a deep breath before knocking on it.
“Stanley.” Joyce looked at the man sitting behind his desk.
It was the first time they met after that night.
He was handsome and indifferent as usual, a contrast to her. She was worried sick for Natalie recently that she looked weary.
Inferiority and insecurity pricked at her at the comparison.
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