Chapter 536 The Way He Said It
“We’ll just have to look into this and weed out her accomplices, whoever they are,” Toby said darkly, narrowing his eyes ominously.
Sonia nodded in agreement with him. There was little point in guessing who might have helped Tina escape when a thorough investigation could give them all the answers.
“Get the bodyguards to come back for now,” Toby instructed, pinching the space between his brows wearily as he glanced at Tom. Now that Tina had managed to get away, sending bodyguards after her would be redundant.
Adjusting his glasses, Tom answered, “Yes, President Fuller.” With that, he returned to the phone conversation and ordered the bodyguards to come back.
Meanwhile, the doctor was done tending to the abrasions on Sonia’s arm. He slipped off his disposable gloves with a flourish and announced, “You’re all done, miss. I’ve disinfected and put ointment on the wounds. Now, you may be tempted to scratch the wounds while they’re healing, but let the itching subside on its own, or the wounds might leave the scar.”
“Got it, doctor. Thank you,” Sonia said with a polite smile.
“You’re welcome.” The doctor grabbed the medical kit from the coffee table and slipped the strap over his shoulder. “I’ll be taking my leave now, President Fuller.”
Upon hearing this, Toby jerked his chin at Tom and said, “Tom, see the doctor out and drop by the security office along the way. We need to find out the precise time when Tina showed up around the area.”
“Yes, sir!” Tom nodded respectfully, then politely indicated for the doctor to leave through the door. The doctor took the lead, and Tom fell in step behind him.
When the door clicked shut, Sonia and Toby were the only ones left in the large office.
Presently, her gaze flickered over to his bandaged ankle as she asked, “Do you need to use the restroom or go back to your work desk?”
Toby shook his head. “No. Why do you ask?”
Sonia replied, “What I meant was, if you need to go to the restroom or back to your desk to sort through documents, then all you have to do is tell me. Think of me as a human crutch, if you will, since you can’t exactly walk on your own at the moment.”
“Oh,” he said, then nodded slowly as he considered this option. “Got it. I’ll let you know if I need your help.”
“Right, so you will,” she said with a smile. “And if you don’t because you want to save me the trouble or whatever, just know that it’ll add to my guilty conscience. Regardless of how things culminated, the fact remains that you busted your ankle because you wanted to save me.”
In all fairness, Tina had wanted to run the both of them down, but if Toby had dodged away without pulling Sonia along with him, he would have been completely unhurt. At the end of the day, Sonia was the reason he would be limping for the next few days.
At the sight of her guilty expression, Toby sighed. “Come on, don’t be too hard on yourself. I brought this onto myself when I rushed to keep you from getting run down.”
“You could say that, but—” She was cut off abruptly by the sound of her phone ringing. Frowning, she fished the phone out of her purse and saw Charles’ name flashing on the screen. She turned to Toby and muttered, “Sorry, I have to get this.”
Toby hummed in response. “Go ahead.”
She slid her thumb across the screen to pick up the call and pressed the phone to her ear. “Hey, Charles.”
“Hey, baby. I thought you’d have dropped the jewelry off at Toby’s by now,” Charles said on the other line.
Sonia gave Toby a brief look and replied, “I have.”
“Then why aren’t you back yet? It’s been ages, and we said we’d go over to sign off on the factory later, remember?” Charles pointed out.
She checked the time. “Sorry, but I’ll be running late. Something came up.”
“Something came up? What is it, baby?” Charles grew concerned. “Do you need my help?”
“No,” she said, smiling as she shook her head. “It’s fine. Everything has been handled for now.”
Relieved, Charles prompted, “Oh, well, in that case, hurry back. Any later and the construction team will be getting off their shift.”
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