The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 41

Finn Zorn frowned, racking his brain to recall that name.

"Do you have too much free time?" Miles Zimmerman's voice dropped abruptly, as if coated in ice.

"Look at you. It's been years, and you still get worked up whenever that ancient history is brought up!"

Finn muttered under his breath as he backed away.

"Alright, alright, I'm leaving. I won't get in your way. I'm going, okay?"

Claire Jenner lowered her gaze, a calculating gleam flashing in her eyes.

So Miles's unforgettable past flame was also in the design industry.

A similar face, a similar career track... no wonder he was always helping her.

Logic told her this was a massive stroke of luck, a stepping stone practically custom-built for her plans.

Yet, deep down, an inexplicable wave of irritation bubbled up. It wasn't fatal, but it made her incredibly uncomfortable.

Miles's tone was flat. "Are you done talking?"

His gaze seemingly drifted toward Julian Young, who was still lingering and looking back at them, and his eyes darkened a fraction.

"Are you going to dinner with your former protégé tonight?"

Claire looked up at him.

The man's face revealed no emotion, still maintaining his usual aloof and disciplined composure.

But she still sharply caught the faint displeasure hidden beneath his calm facade.

A teasing urge bubbled up, and she deliberately dragged out her words.

"Yes, after all, we're old friends who haven't seen each other in years—"

Miles's jaw tightened slightly, a shift she didn't miss.

"Dr. Zimmerman," she suddenly stepped closer, tilting her face up with a sly, fox-like curve to her eyes. "Are you jealous?"

Miles's Adam's apple bobbed. He didn't speak, simply watching her in silence.

"I'm just teasing," she knew when to pull back, swapping to an obedient expression. "I don't have dinner plans. I'm going to the hospital to see my mom. Could you give me a ride?"

He looked away, the tension in his jaw easing a fraction.

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Inside a ward at Central General Hospital.

After chatting a bit longer, Susan grew tired and fell into a deep sleep. Claire quietly left the room.

In the hallway, she spotted Miles, who had already changed into his white coat.

"Your mother's condition is relatively stable. As for the kidney donor..."

Before he could finish, a violent argument erupted, mixed with piercing screams.

At the nurse's station, a middle-aged man was roaring.

"Quacks! You're all a bunch of quacks! My son was only six months old! My wife went through hell to get pregnant, and you killed him!"

A young nurse was being held hostage, a pocket knife pressed to her throat.

The other staff members shivered in terror, frantically trying to talk him down.

Medical supplies and equipment were shattered all over the floor.

Miles frowned deeply and blocked Claire with his arm. "Go downstairs. Don't come any closer."

He strode forward quickly.

The nurse's station was a disaster zone, and the man had completely lost his mind, his eyes bloodshot.