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Chapter 133 Ambiguous Form Of Address
The nurse’s vicious grin widened when she saw Rayna’s suffering. She pulled the syringe out and was
about to make another attempt to stab Rayna’s neck when the door was kicked open.
The bodyguard rushed in and pulled out his gun to shoot the nurse’s arm.
“Ah!”
It only took two seconds for the bodyguard to pull out his gun and fire the shot, so the nurse had no time
to react. Blood gushed out of the gunshot wound on her arm, and she promptly dropped the syringe.
Two bodyguards ran over to pin the nurse down. No one knew that the nurse was prepared. Her arms
were still flailing around when she licked her right cheek and bit the pill hidden there. Without hesitation,
she swallowed it.
The pill took effect as soon as it slid down the nurse’s throat. When one bodyguard realized her intention
and gripped her chin, trying to get her to spit the pill out, it was too late. Blood trickled out of the corner of
her mouth, for she was dead.
Jeremy came in a tad later than the bodyguards and spotted Rayna lying on the ground. His brow
twitched at the sight of the bloody wound on her cheek. At once, he helped her up.
Pulling over the trolley that the fake nurse pushed in, he rummaged around and got the stuff he needed
to disinfect Rayna’s wound. He didn’t forget to ask the bodyguards to call Wyatt so the latter could bring
his medical kit over.
The cooling sensation of the iodine on Rayna’s wound caused her to gasp in pain. Jeremy seemed pretty
skilled at dressing wounds, so she asked, “Mr. York, are you a doctor?”
“Not really. I work at MORI Research Center,” came Jeremy’s answer.
“MORI Research Center,” Rayna repeated. One second later, her eyes widened in surprise.
She was so shocked that she couldn’t even feel any pain.
MORI Research Center was an organization serving the Amalgamated Nations but not controlled by it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs of now, the most advanced medical equipment and medication were all developed by MORI
Research Center.
It was hard to get admitted to the Faculty of Translation of Norham University, where Rayna graduated
from. One would need a lot of money and knowledge to be a student there. Nevertheless, MORI
Research Center was even harder to get in. One would need at least six recommendation letters from
one’s lecturers and had to publish at least four thesis or research papers in medical-related international
journals to be qualified.
“Mr. York, you’re quite capable,” Rayna praised sincerely. She changed the way she treated Jeremy
when she realized how impressive his accomplishments were. Come to think of it, everyone Curtis
knows is pretty outstanding.
Jeremy’s lips curled slightly. “Not really. I’m just a little talented at conducting research. Ms. Garland,
you’re capable, too. Faymon Group is doing well under your management. If I were in your shoes, I
couldn’t have done that.”
Rayna quickly added, “We’re both capable. Right back at you!”
It was then that Rayna remembered the fake nurse, who was unfortunately already dead. The
bodyguards bore grim expressions as they apologized to Jeremy.
“She must’ve scoped out the area ages ago. Look how experienced her disguise was. I don’t blame you
for not seeing through her act.” Jeremy didn’t blame them. He only told them to carry the body out to deal
with it.
Soon, Wyatt arrived.
“Why did you summon me? Did something happen?” Wyatt asked as he walked into the ward with a box.
He blanched in shock upon seeing the cut on Rayna’s face. “What the heck happened?”
“Someone tried to assassinate Curtis. Fortunately, Ms. Garland was here and stopped the assassin,”
Jeremy explained briefly.
He took the wooden box from Wyatt and opened it. Rayna felt her vision swimming at the sight of the
dozens of glass bottles squeezed inside the box. To her surprise, the box looked tiny but actually had two
layers. The bottom layer was full of medical equipment that Rayna couldn’t recognize.
Jeremy took out a few bottles and mixed the contents of the bottles. With a tool, he slowly scattered the
powder mixture on Rayna’s exposed wound.
The powder mixture had a woody scent and felt itchy when spread across her wound. It didn’t cause any
pain.
After dressing her wounds, Jeremy told her, “This medicine works well and won’t leave any scar on your
face. However, as your flesh is exposed, it will take a few days for the wound to recover.”
“It’s fine. I’m glad that I won’t have any scars.” Rayna gave him a grateful nod. Not even experienced
doctors could promise that the cut wouldn’t cause a scar. However, she had trust in Jeremy.
Luckily my face will recover completely. Otherwise, I might feel sad to see my reflection in the mirror later
on. Women are vain beings, after all.
“I got the surveillance footage. The fake nurse showed up in the emergency department when Curtis was
admitted to the hospital.”
When Jeremy was busy dealing with Rayna’s wounds, Wyatt left to get the surveillance footage. A few
minutes later, he returned with a tablet and showed them the screen.
Wyatt’s usual lazy posture was all gone. His voice was solemn as he reported, “Her disguise was perfect
as she came in with all the proper procedures. For the past few days, she remained at the emergency
department and became friends with the other nurses. She then offered to help one of the nurses and
got her card to deliver the medicine to our floor. No wonder you fell for her trick.”
“How could you say that?” Jeremy’s smile disappeared. “Do you know Curtis nearly died thanks to her
careful execution? We don’t know if she has an accomplice.”
“Fine, I was wrong.” Wyatt dared not argue with him and gave himself a soft slap in the face.
After watching the surveillance footage, Rayna looked up with her brows furrowed. “I wonder who came
up with the plan and sent someone to assassinate Uncle Curtis at the hospital.”
Wyatt turned to look at her and flashed a teasing grin. “Uncle Curtis? Ms. Garland, that is an ambiguous
form of address. You called him ‘Uncle Curtis’ naturally, so I’m sure you used to call him that more than
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmonce. Am I right?”
Realizing she had used the wrong form of address, Rayna blushed to the tips of her ears after hearing
Wyatt’s teasing comment.
Forcing herself to stay calm, she explained, “I was once married to Mr. Faymon’s cousin, Julian Faymon
for one year. Before our divorce, I used to call him ‘Uncle Curtis’ like how Julian does. That’s why I get
confused sometimes.”
“Seriously? How scandalous!” Wyatt had just come back from Norham and wasn’t close to Rayna.
Naturally, he didn’t know about her past and was shocked to learn that fact.
He quickly regained his composure and urged earnestly, “Why did you get a divorce? Did you fall in love
with Curtis?”
Rayna was at a loss for words.
Jeremy nudged Wyatt hard with his elbow, causing the latter to yell in pain with a grimace.
“Ms. Garland, ignore him. He’s a fool,” Jeremy told her gently. “It’s late, so you should spend the night
here. Let me know if you’re hungry.”
Rayna hesitated momentarily but quickly nodded in agreement.
She drove here and could get back home easily, but she was still worried as Curtis nearly got killed
earlier. I might need Jeremy to change my dressing tomorrow, so it is a good idea to spend the night
here.
Jeremy then reminded Rayna of a few things to be careful of and left with Wyatt. Outside, they bumped
into Theodore.
“What happened?” Anxiety was etched all over Theodore’s face. He glanced at the ward before asking
Jeremy, “I came after reading Wyatt’s text. Did something happen to Curtis?”
“Let’s talk elsewhere.”
Jeremy didn’t want Rayna to overhear their conversation. They came to a secluded corner before he
revealed the entire incident to Theodore. The latter’s expression turned as dark as thunder after he
learned what had happened.
Calmly, Jeremy analyzed, “Ms. Faymon orchestrated a car accident previously. For now, she would stay
low instead of drawing attention to herself by trying to harm Curtis at the hospital.”
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