"Whatever," Rachel Davis said as she took out her phone from her pocket and raised it, "Do you need me to call the police to escort you out?"
"Very well, youre very good," Grace Thompson kept nodding, stepping back with a look of desperation and determination.
Suddenly, she pointed at Rachel, her voice shrill: "Do you know who I am? I am Rachel Daviss aunt! In my eyes, she is nothing but a hypocritical bitch!"
"Rachel Davis, youre a doctor, but these people cant see your true face. Let me tear off your facade. You are a despicable woman who steals other men!"
A moment later, there was an uproar.
The nurses gasped in shock.
"You dont believe it, do you? If it werent for my own eyes, I would have thought it was my boyfriends nonsense."
Grace turned and pointed at Howard, who was pale and silent in the wheelchair, her words fervent: "An hour ago, my boyfriend just woke up from his sickbed, all thanks to this woman.
Yesterday at noon, our family was having a meal at the hotel. Rachel Davis pretended to be unwell and went to the restroom. My boyfriend, worried, went to check on her, but she actually tried to seduce him in the restroom, attempting to engage in inappropriate behavior. My boyfriend, of course, was unwilling.
Rachel Davis then became murderous, pushing my boyfriend against the wall and causing him to have a severe concussion!"
"Ah, Grace Thompson, does your brother know youre causing a scene here?"
Rachel sighed and shook her head, looking at Grace as if she were looking at an idiot: "Youre really trying hard to disgrace the Thompson family."
"How dare you mention my brother?"
"Why not?" Rachel retorted sarcastically, "If I were really so restless and so adept at infidelity, then your brother would be a complete loser."
"Rachel Davis, do you have any shame..."
Rachel interrupted her, speaking lightly: "I originally wanted to save you some face, but since you dont care about your own dignity, I have no obligation to cover for you." She took a step forward, her clean 58" height pressing Grace to step back, her embarrassment clear for all to see.
Her voice was cold and slow, but each word was enunciated clearly and forcefully: "The things you just said are full of holes. Let me clarify for you. First, you said I seduced your man in a public restroom. If I were really a master at this, who else couldnt I target for excitement, and I had to go after a completely unfamiliar prey I met for the first time?"
"Second, I have no relationship with your man. Yesterday was the first time I met him, and he came over to take care of me because I was unwell. Who was intending to seduce whom?"
"Third, your man is tall and strong, and I am clearly just a weak woman. The disparity in strength between men and women, even if you never took a physics class, you should have looked it up on Google. If he didnt want to, he could have just left; could I have pushed him against the wall in anger?"
"Fourth, patients with severe concussions, mild ones have blood clots in the brain, feeling dizzy and unable to get up, severe ones may slip into a coma, also known as a vegetative state. Your man doesnt seem to exhibit any of these symptoms."
"Grace Thompson, do you want me to continue listing the fifth, sixth, and seventh points to prove that you are a complete and utter idiot?"
Graces face drained of color, as if she had been slapped hard several times. She glared at Rachel with a look of pure hatred, her fists clenched, making a cracking sound.
Rachel let out a few cold laughs, bent down, and whispered in her ear: "Howard didnt tell you, did he? I smashed his head with a toilet lid. As for the force, I am a doctor, and I know better than anyone, a little lighter is a lesson, a little heavier could be fatal."
Graces eyes filled with malice, surging with murderous intent. She suddenly grabbed Rachels arm and pushed herself backward with a smile, rushing towards the wall.
This sudden change caught everyone off guard!
Rachels pupils shrank abruptly, her face changed drastically, and she reached out to stop her, but it was too late.
At that moment, a pair of large hands emerged out of nowhere, grabbing Graces falling body and pulling her onto his chest. The buffering action reduced the force significantly, and Grace ended up smashing into the mans chest.
William Hudson groaned, frowned, and pushed the now unharmed Grace to the side without even looking, and walked up to the dazed Rachel with a smile, rubbing his chest: "Dr. Cheng, I feel like my ribs might be fractured from that impact, I might need to get a CT scan to check the situation."
Rachel came to her senses, a cold smile permeating her face: "That hit was quite heavy, after all, someone was desperate to harm me."
Grace stood to one side, her face turning pale and then white.
"Lets go," Rachel said, reaching out to hold Williams hand and walked forward.
William laughed: "You were just proving your innocence, and now youre holding my hand, its not quite appropriate, is it?"
Rachel didnt turn her head and said, "Dont think too much, look at your hand."
William subconsciously raised his other hand, where a deep cut had appeared on the little finger, blood dripping down continuously. Strangely, he hadnt felt any pain just now.
"Whats going on?" William was somewhat surprised.
"Thats what happened. Grace had a sharp ring on her finger, capable of disfiguring a face if scratched. But dont worry, she just accidentally scratched you."
Two slow and casual sentences, yet they made Williams face change dramatically, "Are you saying, that was her original plan."
"Mm-hmm."
"Hmm? Are you even thinking?" Williams tone suddenly intensified. He didnt know what he was angry about, but seeing the womans attitude as if it had nothing to do with her, he felt inexplicably annoyed.
Rachel looked at William, her eyes calm, just like her tone, "Yes, Im very clear-headed."