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Chapter: 289
“I understand, Tyrone,” Eddie responded instantly.
He was aware that irrespective of Tyrone’s feelings for Galilea, his wife deserved respect.
Skilled at task management, Kylan promptly dispatched the film set’s video footage to
Tyrone, stating, “Mr. Blakely, the film set’s surveillance malfunctioned. This footage was
fortunately captured by the photographer assigned to the extras.”
Tyrone sank deep in contemplation
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe surveillance failure. Was it mere chance or…?
After viewing the video, Tyrone made his decision and headed straight for Galilea’s
doctor’s office.
The doctor was resting. Seeing Tyrone, he was surprised. “Mr. Blakely, what brings you
here?”
“Doctor, I have a query.”
“Is it concerning Ms. Clifford’s injury? Feel free to ask. I’ll share all I know.”
“I need to know her actual burn extent.”
The doctor’s expression altered but he strived to maintain composure.
“I’m unsure of your intention. Isn’t the information detailed in the medical report?”
Tyrone remained composed and assertive. He looked at the doctor with piercing eyes, a
subtle smile on his face. “Those who adapt their actions to the circumstances are wise.
Would you prefer to cross me or Galilea?”
“I’Ul reveal the truth. Her burn area is less than 1%, with merely two blisters on her leg. I
didn’t choose to do this, it was at the request of her and her agent. The medical report
lacks any signature or stamp, rendering it effectively invalid.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“In other words, she was not in a coma at all.”
“She appeared perfectly healthy when she was admitted yesterday.”
“Alright, I understand. Thank you.”
Tyrone rose to his feet and left the office.
He recollected his hospital visit the previous night; it was nearing ten o’clock. Galilea was
awake in the morning, confident her secret would remain concealed.
Outside the patient’s room, Tyrone stood in the corridor, gaze fixed on the distant sky.
Had he not done his own investigation, he would’ve never believed Galilea and her
agent’s ruse.
What was their motive?
He had a hunch, but yearned for her side of the story.
Tyrone stepped into the patient’s room.