---- Chapter 155 The box sitting on the desk looked like an ordinary shoebox. It was clean, and its surface was still faintly glossy. But to Wendy, it might as well have been a ticking time bomb. She froze, backing away two full steps. She could not believe that whatever was inside was actually a "gift", as Flynn had said. Whatever it was, she wasn't going to touch it. Her hands trembling, she picked up her phone and called security. The security, in turn, alerted the police.

It was after hours, and a whole team of officers and security guards rushed upstairs, drawing the attention of nurses, doctors, and patients alike. Liam arrived before security did. He stepped into the room and immediately spotted Wendy, frozen behind her desk, not daring to move. He frowned and slowly approached. "Liam, stop right there!" Wendy's voice came out sharp and panicked. "I don't know what's in that box-it could bea bomb.

Don't come any closer!" Even in a moment of panic, her first instinct was to protect him. But Liam didn't even flinch. He walked right up and gently ---- took her hand. "Are you hurt?" That was the only thing he asked once he reached her. Wendy stared at him, stunned. "Are you out of your mind?" He just shook his head calmly. "Don't worry. Even if it isa bomb, your priority is getting out of here." She blinked , coming back to her senses, her voice unsteady. " T'm sorry, I just..." "Don't talk.

Just come with me," he said gently, coaxing her toward the door. He managed to guide her out of the exam room. Asmall crowd had gathered near the door. Wendy turned to them and said calmly, "It's best if you all clear out for now." "Are you okay?" Gregory asked as he pushed his way through. Upon seeing the sweat beading on Wendy's forehead, he frowned deeply. Wendy shook her head. "Dr.

Hendrix, should we start evacuating patients and staff?" Gregory turned to glance back at the room and gave a grim nod. "I'll make the calls now." Just then, Liam spoke up. "Wait, Dr. Hendrix. I don't think it's abomb." All eyes turned to him. He stared straight at the box on the desk, his expression focused. ---- Wendy's voice trembled slightly. "How do you know?" "Making a bomb doesn't cost much or require much skill, but it does demand a lot of safety knowledge.

Most amateurs end up blowing themselves up during the process. "Besides, there's a security scanner at the hospital entrance. If it were an actual bomb, it would've been flagged way before he got anywhere near this floor." Liam stepped forward, gently pulling his hand from Wendy's grip. "You all should stay back. I'll take a look." What caught Liam's attention the most was the sharp, metallic smell of blood in the air.

If it were really a bomb, the culprit wouldn't have gone out of their way to add something bloody inside, as it would've been pointless. Wendy immediately grabbed his arm. "Liam, no. Don't." She looked up at him and shook her head firmly as she pleaded, "Don't go." Liam turned to see her face, tense with fear and worry written in every line. He couldn't help but smile just a little. "Are you worried about me?" "Don't go," she whispered , eyes reddening . "The police are already downstairs.

Let them handle it." "Evacuating patients won't be easy," Liam said seriously." I'm not going to just open the box-I'll be careful. Trust me." ---- But Wendy shook her head, refusing. "No. You can't go." Liam felt her grip on his hand tighten.