The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 129

"Who gave you permission to touch my things?"

A voice laced with frost echoed from the doorway.

Miles stood there, his expression incredibly somber.

He marched into the room and snatched the stack of reports right off the table.

The smile froze on Vivian's face. She immediately hurried forward, her voice desperate and fawning.

"Miles, listen to me, I'm actually pregn—"

"Get out." The man cut her off. "This is a hospital room, not a stage for your theatrics. Have some self-respect, Dr. Langford."

Vivian pursed her lips, wanting to say more, but Miles raised a hand to stop her.

"Fine, I'll wait until you're done with rounds. Miles, I really have something incredibly important to tell you."

On the bed, Susan broke into a violent fit of dry coughing.

"Susan, don't listen to a word that woman said."

"Claire has been wonderful. I'll be filing a formal request with the hospital to discipline Dr. Langford for protocol violations. I apologize that my personal matters disturbed your recovery."

Susan shook her head. "It's fine, it's fine, as long as the misunderstanding is cleared up."

"Besides, I know my Claire. She isn't the kind of girl she described."

Hearing that, Claire's face flushed with a pang of guilt.

She wasn't as vile as Vivian claimed, but as far as the seduction part went, she didn't have much of a defense.

Even though they hadn't actually gone all the way.

Under her aggressive initiatives, everything that should and shouldn't have happened had pretty much happened...

Miles lowered his eyes, scanning the reports, and gave a brief analysis.

"There are no signs of rejection from the kidney, and your recovery is going beautifully. Susan, you just need a month of observation before you can be discharged."

"Wonderful, wonderful. Claire, once I'm out of the hospital, we absolutely must give Dr. Zimmerman a proper token of our gratitude."

"I know, Mom."

The moment she finished speaking.

"What... what are you doing? Whatever it is, we can talk this out!"

Seeing her act so innocent fueled George's rage into an inferno.

"You scammed me out of my money and bankrupted my company, and you expect me to talk it out with you?!"

"Calm down! I'm a victim too! My money was stolen along with yours..."

"Bullshit!" George roared. "Stop treating me like an idiot! I investigated everything. The legal rep for that project is your best friend! You two conspired to siphon all the money away!"

A crowd began to form, murmurs and gasps echoing from the bystanders.

Claire stood on the outskirts of the crowd, making no move to intervene, her expression entirely detached.

Watching the two 'dogs' rip each other apart, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, though her eyes were ice-cold.

She pulled out her phone and dialed the police, her voice remarkably calm and crisp.

"Hello, I'd like to report an incident."

"Outside the fourth-floor wards at Central General Hospital. A man is threatening people with acid."