Chapter 1163:
“Dr. Guerrero, stop denying! We all saw you operate on that day!”
“Shame on you! How did a man like you ever get a medical license?”
Battered by baseless accusations, Lyle stood utterly alone, swallowed by a sea of hostility. No one bothered to hear him out. His explanation vanished into the clamor, too faint to matter.
The next moment, two bodyguards gripped Lyle’s arms and dragged him forward. Lyle didn’t bother to resist, since he knew he wouldn’t escape this. And just when all hope seemed lost, a slim silhouette appeared at the hospital’s front entrance.
Elena scanned the hall until she spotted Lyle, caught in the middle of a scuffle, struggling against the grip of angry hands. A tight frown creased her face. “Let him go,” she called out, her voice cutting through the commotion.
The patient’s mother, oblivious to who Elena was, didn’t take her seriously. “Who the hell are you? Do yourself a favor and stay out of this. That quack killed my son. And anyone who tries to stop me is getting their ass kicked!”
Unmoved, Elena held her ground. “Didn’t you hear me? I said, let him go.”
The patient’s mother shot a look over at Dewayne, uncertain about how to handle Elena. Who was this stranger, and where did she get the guts to walk in and demand like that?
Dewayne took his time, his tone measured. “Healer, you really shouldn’t meddle. Lyle made a mistake that ended a life. Are you seriously going to defend a murderer?”
A chill flickered in Elena’s smile. She saw right through Dewayne’s scheme. He was worried she’d hand the evidence to Tinsley, and now he was pinning everything on Lyle. She fixed Dewayne with a look that gave nothing away.
Dewayne’s smirk grew wider, convinced he had outplayed her. So what if she suspected Lyle was innocent? She couldn’t pull Lyle out of this. He wanted to make her and Lyle pay dearly for crossing him.
Dewayne was sure he had Elena cornered. If she intervened for Lyle’s sake, she’d only end up dragging her own reputation through the mud. She was meant to save lives, not cover for criminals. He waited, eager to see what she would do next.
Lyle had figured out Dewayne’s scheme and realized the dilemma Elena was in. He gazed at her, the fight draining from his face. “Don’t fret about me. I knew this day would come.” He’d lived too long ignoring his conscience. Now, rather than continuing as a hollow shell, he’d rather go down standing for what he believed was right.
Once he finished speaking, he sent a weary shake of his head in Elena’s direction, defeat written all over him.
𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙨 — 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 𝙖𝙩 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝗰𝗈𝗺
But Elena wasn’t someone who’d back down that easily. There was no way she was going to stand by while her only witness was framed. Moving forward and stopping before him, she fixed him with a steady stare. “Are you seriously giving up on yourself?”
Lyle was left speechless when she moved closer instead of walking away. Her determination threw him off, and uncertainty flickered in his eyes.
Though surrounded by a wall of men twice her size, Elena refused to budge, her chin set and eyes blazing with defiance. A tense silence gripped the hall as she swept her gaze over the crowd—her look sharp, fearless, even a little scornful. “If you lay a hand on my people, you’ll answer to me.”
Dewayne’s expression darkened, something cold and dangerous flickering behind his eyes as he glared at Elena. “So, you’re really determined to defend a murderer.”
With a barely noticeable nod, Dewayne signaled to the patient’s mother.
The patient’s mother, catching onto Dewayne’s silent cue, barked at the bodyguards she’d brought along, “Take that quack away! Anyone who gets in the way—beat them!”
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