Love My Friends with Benefits novel Chapter 62

I'd already thought about this so many times that I was absolutely sure of the time and place.

Without a second thought, I blurted out, "Six in the evening, at the ICU ward. Ward number sixteen."

"Okay, got it."

The security guard rubbed his eyes and hurriedly started to search for the right footage.

On the monitor, several images flashed past. Soon, the security guard stopped on one image and zoomed into it. "This is the one."

As the time on the recording inched closer to seven o'clock, I saw a figure walk into the ICU.

My breathing sped up and I watched the monitor closely, almost burning a hole in it with the sharpness of my gaze.

However, I couldn't make anything out. All I could see was that two figures had entered the ward one after another before leaving. After that, Grandma had collapsed.

I couldn't see their faces, clothes, or accessories.

I couldn't even tell their gender and height. I couldn't discern anything at all.

The quality of the hospital's surveillance cameras was really poor.

I turned and asked Leonard, "Can we find footage from a camera with better quality?"

He looked at the security questioningly.

The security guard scratched his head, looking conflicted. "Theoretically, that's against the patient's privacy. If it weren't for the circumstances of the ICU, the hospital wouldn't even have installed cameras there. We really can't do anything about the blurriness of the footage..."

Leonard pursed his lips. "I don't want any excuses."

His voice was cold.

Sweat started to bead on the guard's forehead. He turned to me and said, "Miss, please think about it! We can't be watching the patients when you're wiping them down, right?"

My brain was telling me that he made sense, but my heart refused to accept it.

I bit my lip, feeling bitter.

Was there really no other way?

Leonard patted me on the shoulder and said, "There's no use in trying to determine the cause of your grandmother's sudden deterioration now. You should think about how to make her better."

I refused to accept what he was saying.

I whipped around and glared at him. "You're just trying to get Phoebe off the hook, aren't you?"

A sliver of rage flashed in his eyes, but he didn't act on it. He reached out and rubbed my face. "You need to believe that that's not my intention."

There were tears on his hand. That was when I realised that I was crying.

I felt a little embarrassed and swiped at my face roughly. "I have to know who's the one who made Grandma collapse! Leonard, since you say that Phoebe's not the person behind this, you have to show me proof."

"I didn't say that Phoebe's definitely not the culprit." Leonard seemed to be losing his patience. "I said that from what I know of her, I don't think she's the one who did this. Do you understand me?"

I knew what he meant, but I refused to understand.

I stomped my foot hard, wanting to throw a tantrum. "You're a..."

He slapped a hand over my mouth and shot a glance to the side.

I turned and saw the security guard still standing next to us.

His gaze darted around, not daring to even look at us.

I felt a little embarrassed and pried Leonard's hand away. "Let me go!"

He snorted but didn't say anything.

I followed his line of sight. Through the window on the door, I looked out at the dark corridor. I saw the green light of the emergency exit glowing eerily.

Wait, the corridor?

An idea popped up in my mind and I asked the security guard, "Do you guys have footage of the corridors?"

"Yes, yes, of course. The corridor footage is much clearer." The security guard nodded hastily. "What's the time that you want?"

"About seven o'clock."

My voice quavered a little and I wrung my hands.