Flash Marriage To The Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 27: Chapter 27
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"3,000 dollars?"
Hallie thought she'd misheard. Never thinking of taking his help for granted, she'd always intended to repay him. But surely even loan sharks didn't demand such exorbitant interest, did they?
"That's right. 3,000 dollars," Nelson repeated, glaring down at her. "No reward, no help."
Hallie bit her tongue.
She thought, 'Fine, I should've retracted my appreciation. Why waste politeness on this greedhead?'
Five minutes later, the pharmacy surveillance told the whole story.
The footage showed the middle-aged man handing the prescription to the nurse. Then Carla appeared at the pharmacy door, smiling as she approached the nurse. When the nurse looked away, Carla pulled a pen from her pocket.
Just then, Carla stepped out of Declan's office, smug as ever.
Fortunately, she reacted promptly and prevented them from entering the surveillance room. She was eager to see how Hallie would prove her innocence now.
However, suddenly, a slap landed across her grinning face before she could react.
Carla stumbled from the force of the slap, fury blazing in her veins. She snapped her head up to snarl a curse, then went rigid in shock at the sight of her assailant.
"You! You bitch, you almost killed my mother!"
The middle-aged man clenched his fists, fury radiating from him. He lunged forward, grabbing Carla by the hair and slapping her again.
By the time security rushed to pull him away, Carla's face was so swollen it was unrecognizable, her hair tangled and matted. What a pitiful sight.
When reporters heard the real culprit had been exposed, they swarmed forward with cameras flashing wildly.
Carla watched the crowd close in, her legs buckling as she finally grasped the desperation Hallie had felt earlier.
She thought. 'How is this possible? The surveillance room guards have followed Declan's order. Why did they help Hallie?'
Hallie stood nearby, gazing at Carla coldly.
Meanwhile, the hospital's public screens began broadcasting Carla's actions in the pharmacy.
The crowd finally learned about the truth, and their indignation exploded.
"Disgusting! She framed Dr. Levine to cover up her own crimes. How dare she call herself a doctor?"
"She's a heartless wretch! Targeting an elderly patient, does she ever have a conscience?"
The vitriolic insults now hurled at Carla were harsher than those directed at Hallie earlier.
Flushed with rage, Carla glowered at Hallie. "You bitch! This is all your fault. If not for you, I never would've done this!"
"My fault?" Hallie felt ridiculous that Carla still tried to slander her.
Hands in her pockets, she stared at Carla. "Don't blame others for your own wickedness."
Someone called the police. As the police arrived to arrest Carla for attempted harm, she alternated between cursing Hallie and begging for mercy, her incoherent ramblings falling on deaf ears.
Upon learning of the exposure, Declan hurried over to apologize to Hallie while subtly distancing himself.
"Hallie, I'm so sorry. I had no idea Carla would do this. If I did, I never would've hired her."
His words neatly absolved him of responsibility.
Hallie merely nodded, her gaze steady. "Yep."
Though Declan sighed in relief, a flicker of resolve crossed his eyes. He had intended to recommend Hallie for the five-year exchange program, believing her research on rare diseases could bring great honor to the hospital.
On the other end, Raymond watched the commotion subside and exhaled in relief. "Hallie, is this... the friend you mentioned who helped you?"
"Yes, an ordinary friend." Hallie nodded, emphasizing the word "ordinary."
Nelson caught the remark, and somehow, the phrase grated on him.
"Ah, I see."
Raymond's smile held a knowing glint. "Hallie, you should really thank him. If it weren't for this... well..."
He turned an inquisitive look to Nelson.
"Blair," Nelson said curtly, his thin lips barely parting to form the name.
"Right. If it weren't for Mr. Blair speaking up, how would you have had a chance to defend yourself? You ought to treat him to a meal at least, no?"
Raymond, having lived for over four decades, had rarely seen such a handsome man. From his attire, it was clear Nelson came from a rich family, a good match for Hallie, in his view.
Hallie had spent three years at the hospital, buried in work. She'd had no time for dating, hardly even making friends.
Now, she suddenly had such an exceptional male friend. Given Hallie's character, Raymond was certain that Nelson must have taken the initiative to make her acquaintance.
So it meant this man was likely interested in her.
"I know." Hallie bit back the urge to explain. Nelson had dined at the finest restaurants. Even if she wanted to invite him to dinner, she couldn't afford it now.
"Mr. Blair, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Would you like to join us?"
"Sure."
Hallie was speechless.
She turned to meet Nelson's gaze.
His lips curved into a sleek, elegant arc, eyelids drooping languidly. In his eyes, his deep pupils glinted with playful cunning, like foxfire in twilight.
He had no other intention—merely to rile Hallie and savor the discomfort that flickered across her face.
Frowning slightly, Hallie said nothing and followed the department staff outside for lunch.
On the way to the restaurant, Nelson's phone rang.
Out of habit, his phone was on speaker by default.
Regina's soft, timid voice came through, "Nelson, aren't you at the company? I stewed chicken specially and brought it for you to try."
Nelson's frown deepened, his cold eyes suddenly filled with tenderness. His tone lacked the usual edge or mockery reserved for Hallie.
"Didn't I tell you to rest? You have maids. Why cook yourself?" Though chiding, his voice dripped with concern.
"I... I just wanted you to taste it." Her delicate tone carried a hint of coquetry.
"Okay, just wait for me. I'll be right back. The hospital is over an hour's drive from the company, so go ahead and eat if you're hungry."
"Hospital?" Regina quickly grasped the key words.
"Nelson, are you sick? Why go to the hospital?" Her voice trembled with worry, on the verge of tears.
"Don't worry. I'm not sick. I just came to pick up your psychiatric evaluation report."
As he spoke the last words, Nelson sounded like a guilty child, his voice trailing off.
"I see. Did you meet with Dr. Levine?"
Hallie thought she'd misheard. Never thinking of taking his help for granted, she'd always intended to repay him. But surely even loan sharks didn't demand such exorbitant interest, did they?
"That's right. 3,000 dollars," Nelson repeated, glaring down at her. "No reward, no help."
Hallie bit her tongue.
She thought, 'Fine, I should've retracted my appreciation. Why waste politeness on this greedhead?'
Five minutes later, the pharmacy surveillance told the whole story.
The footage showed the middle-aged man handing the prescription to the nurse. Then Carla appeared at the pharmacy door, smiling as she approached the nurse. When the nurse looked away, Carla pulled a pen from her pocket.
Just then, Carla stepped out of Declan's office, smug as ever.
Fortunately, she reacted promptly and prevented them from entering the surveillance room. She was eager to see how Hallie would prove her innocence now.
However, suddenly, a slap landed across her grinning face before she could react.
Carla stumbled from the force of the slap, fury blazing in her veins. She snapped her head up to snarl a curse, then went rigid in shock at the sight of her assailant.
"You! You bitch, you almost killed my mother!"
The middle-aged man clenched his fists, fury radiating from him. He lunged forward, grabbing Carla by the hair and slapping her again.
By the time security rushed to pull him away, Carla's face was so swollen it was unrecognizable, her hair tangled and matted. What a pitiful sight.
When reporters heard the real culprit had been exposed, they swarmed forward with cameras flashing wildly.
Carla watched the crowd close in, her legs buckling as she finally grasped the desperation Hallie had felt earlier.
She thought. 'How is this possible? The surveillance room guards have followed Declan's order. Why did they help Hallie?'
Hallie stood nearby, gazing at Carla coldly.
Meanwhile, the hospital's public screens began broadcasting Carla's actions in the pharmacy.
The crowd finally learned about the truth, and their indignation exploded.
"Disgusting! She framed Dr. Levine to cover up her own crimes. How dare she call herself a doctor?"
"She's a heartless wretch! Targeting an elderly patient, does she ever have a conscience?"
The vitriolic insults now hurled at Carla were harsher than those directed at Hallie earlier.
Flushed with rage, Carla glowered at Hallie. "You bitch! This is all your fault. If not for you, I never would've done this!"
"My fault?" Hallie felt ridiculous that Carla still tried to slander her.
Hands in her pockets, she stared at Carla. "Don't blame others for your own wickedness."
Someone called the police. As the police arrived to arrest Carla for attempted harm, she alternated between cursing Hallie and begging for mercy, her incoherent ramblings falling on deaf ears.
Upon learning of the exposure, Declan hurried over to apologize to Hallie while subtly distancing himself.
"Hallie, I'm so sorry. I had no idea Carla would do this. If I did, I never would've hired her."
His words neatly absolved him of responsibility.
Hallie merely nodded, her gaze steady. "Yep."
Though Declan sighed in relief, a flicker of resolve crossed his eyes. He had intended to recommend Hallie for the five-year exchange program, believing her research on rare diseases could bring great honor to the hospital.
On the other end, Raymond watched the commotion subside and exhaled in relief. "Hallie, is this... the friend you mentioned who helped you?"
"Yes, an ordinary friend." Hallie nodded, emphasizing the word "ordinary."
Nelson caught the remark, and somehow, the phrase grated on him.
"Ah, I see."
Raymond's smile held a knowing glint. "Hallie, you should really thank him. If it weren't for this... well..."
He turned an inquisitive look to Nelson.
"Blair," Nelson said curtly, his thin lips barely parting to form the name.
"Right. If it weren't for Mr. Blair speaking up, how would you have had a chance to defend yourself? You ought to treat him to a meal at least, no?"
Raymond, having lived for over four decades, had rarely seen such a handsome man. From his attire, it was clear Nelson came from a rich family, a good match for Hallie, in his view.
Hallie had spent three years at the hospital, buried in work. She'd had no time for dating, hardly even making friends.
Now, she suddenly had such an exceptional male friend. Given Hallie's character, Raymond was certain that Nelson must have taken the initiative to make her acquaintance.
So it meant this man was likely interested in her.
"I know." Hallie bit back the urge to explain. Nelson had dined at the finest restaurants. Even if she wanted to invite him to dinner, she couldn't afford it now.
"Mr. Blair, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Would you like to join us?"
"Sure."
Hallie was speechless.
She turned to meet Nelson's gaze.
His lips curved into a sleek, elegant arc, eyelids drooping languidly. In his eyes, his deep pupils glinted with playful cunning, like foxfire in twilight.
He had no other intention—merely to rile Hallie and savor the discomfort that flickered across her face.
Frowning slightly, Hallie said nothing and followed the department staff outside for lunch.
On the way to the restaurant, Nelson's phone rang.
Out of habit, his phone was on speaker by default.
Regina's soft, timid voice came through, "Nelson, aren't you at the company? I stewed chicken specially and brought it for you to try."
Nelson's frown deepened, his cold eyes suddenly filled with tenderness. His tone lacked the usual edge or mockery reserved for Hallie.
"Didn't I tell you to rest? You have maids. Why cook yourself?" Though chiding, his voice dripped with concern.
"I... I just wanted you to taste it." Her delicate tone carried a hint of coquetry.
"Okay, just wait for me. I'll be right back. The hospital is over an hour's drive from the company, so go ahead and eat if you're hungry."
"Hospital?" Regina quickly grasped the key words.
"Nelson, are you sick? Why go to the hospital?" Her voice trembled with worry, on the verge of tears.
"Don't worry. I'm not sick. I just came to pick up your psychiatric evaluation report."
As he spoke the last words, Nelson sounded like a guilty child, his voice trailing off.
"I see. Did you meet with Dr. Levine?"
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