---- Chapter 220 Wendy's anxiety and fear slowly faded under Liam's calming words and actions. She looked at him with teary eyes. "Thank you, Liam. You saved me." If he hadn't shown up in time, she would've already died at the hands of those two, and in the worst possible way. Liam reached out and gently wiped away her falling tears. An explanation hovered on the tip of his tongue, but it never came out.

He felt a brief surge of anger, not toward Wendy, but because she only felt gratitude for him. That wasn't what he wanted. What he valued most was the way she gazed at him, filled with trust and warmth. Ifa lie could earn him that look, then this time, Liam chose to be the one who hid the truth. He smiled. "So silly." The hint of intimacy in the air hadn't yet had a chance to settle when Liam let go of her hand and stood up. "You should rest. I need to head over and keep an eye on Ms.

Hurst." Remembering Margaret's surgery , Wendy asked, "Was the operation postponed, or did you do it? How is Ms. Hurst now? That phone call that night..." She trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid. ---- Every time she thought back to that night, it felt like being forced to peel open a wound that wasn't yet healed. It was painful and terrifying. Liam shook his head. "It was postponed. You're the only one who can perform that surgery. Ms. Hurst is fine. That phone call wasa lie.

"Don't overthink these next few days. Dr. Virelli said you're in good shape, and you'll be back in the operating room in less than a week. There's no rush." Wendy's emotions gradually settled with Liam's words. Even after he left and she was alone in the ward, the fear didn't feel quite as overwhelming. Leaning back against the pillow, she gave herself quiet, steady reminders to stay positive, even as her mind replayed the terrifying events. She didn't let the fear stop her.

To help the police solve the case quicker, to bring those responsible to justice, and to prevent something like this from happening again, Wendy chose not to back down. Meanwhile , James sat ina cafe, glancing impatiently at his watch. "Where is he?" It had already been half an hour since he followed Jenna here, but the doctor she mentioned was still nowhere in sight. Jenna clutched her phone, nervously glancing out the window. "He's almost here. It's Saturday.

Traffic's bad." James turned to her, his gaze cool as it lingered on her face. " ---- You'd better not be lying to me." At his words, Jenna's breath hitched. She fiddled with her hair, feeling flustered. "I'm not. Of course I'm not. I'm doing this for Wendy's sake, too." After saying that, James looked away and fell silent. Jenna stole a glance at him, her heart racing, He had once been gentle to her. But now, due to Wendy being barely alive, all she received were cold stares.

The more she thought about it, the deeper her resentment toward Wendy grew. A few minutes later, a man in a white coat hurried in from outside. Jenna quietly let out a breath of relief and stood up. "James, he's here." She then waved at the man. "Dr. Bowen, we're over here." Rupert Bowen walked over quickly, slightly out of breath. "I was in the middle of a consultation when I got a call from Mrs. Sanders, so I rushed over." He looked at James and extended a hand. "Mr. Frank, hello. I'm Rupert Bowen, from the Affiliated Hospital of Jazonia University-" Before he could finish, the phone on the table suddenly started to vibrate.