"I'm just making a suggestion, the other doctors in our institute are also very good, they can surely come up with a diagnosis!” Linda hurriedly explained.
Although she was abroad before, after she came to the institute, she had heard the researchers gossiping and knew about what Yves had done to Rosalie.
The last time Dr. Jacobs was put into a coma, it was Yves' handiwork.
Mr. Lawrence might not trust that person either.
Thinking that she had just spouted such an idea, Linda was about to cry at her own stupidity.
Just as she was thinking about how she was going to remedy the situation, she heard Byron say in a deep voice. "Got it."
Linda froze.
Got it? What did he mean by that?
"Is there anything else?" Byron questioned in a cold voice.
Linda hastily shook her head. "No, don't worry about it. What Dr. Graham can do, many other doctors can do as well. I'll contact famous doctors from abroad and ask them to think of a solution together. Dr. Jacobs is a student of Professor Quentin—I'm sure they'll all agree to help because of Professor Quentin!"
Byron nodded and said, "Then, please do so. If they can help, I'll make sure to repay you when Rosalie wakes up."
Linda squared up. "It's only proper for me to do so."
They had been working together since Rosalie left the country.
To her, Rosalie was not only a superior but also a friend.
This time, Rosalie’s well-being was compromised. It was only right for her to contribute a little.
Byron understood what she meant and thanked her again. "I should thank you anyway. If there is nothing else, go back to work. I have other things to take care of."
With that, he turned around and left with big strides.
After leaving the Institute, Byron sat in the car, his eyes full of hesitation while his fingertips unconsciously tapped on the steering wheel.
Yves Graham...
As Linda said, if he really had the ability to distinguish between medicinal herbs, in order to wake Rosalie up, he might need to pay the man a visit.
The only problem was, Yves had harmed that girl back then.
Thinking about this, the depths of Byron's eyes were filled with hostility. He wondered if he could stop himself from killing that man the moment he saw him!
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