Said I didn't Love Him But I Lied

Everleigh raised her head. Her eyes were slightly red and tears welled up in her eyes.

Christopher gave her a tissue and comforted her, "Everleigh, you should know that fights within the families have always been like this. The same goes for our Meyer family. Otherwise, Ysabelle and Felicia would not have run the company to this extent."

She didn't say anything, but she blamed herself. Although she hated these people, she was not bullied by them at that time, which she was relieved about.

She would not be sad for them if she did not find out the truth before they died. However, the moment she saw the scene, she felt really uncomfortable.

She felt that the words "Doctors are healers with benevolent hearts" were ironic and heavy. It was so heavy that she couldn't raise her head.

"So, these people are victims."

"Isn't it very normal? It was the same even in ancient times. In the face of power and status, life is nothing. The Trevino family may be rich, but you guys are not considered a wealthy family after all." Christopher was just telling the truth. He had already seen so many dead people that he had become numb. However, such a person made him a little uncomfortable.

"Wilson is really a cruel man. He's even willing to kill his lackey." He finally uttered.

She was slightly startled and looked at him in disbelief, "How are you so sure that it's him?"

"Everleigh, when the truth surfaces, troubles will follow, especially when it's someone like Wilson. Think about it. He can murder a person with a borrowed knife and frame others without being found out. Would it be that hard for him to kill a person?" His expression was solemn, and his charming eyes were icy.

He had seen the "cold-bloodedness" of the rich and powerful families, but it was still rare to see someone like Wilson, who could even hurt his own son.

Christopher's words sent chills down Everleigh's spine. For a moment, she felt as if she was covered by a massive net. She would be stared at by others no matter what she did.

He saw her face turn pale, and she was obviously frightened. He realized that what he had said was a bit too much. "But... You don't have to worry about it. With your intelligence, kindness, and wittiness, you'll be able to get through it. Think about it, even AIDS is scared of you, so there's nothing that you can't overcome."

Everleigh looked at him with a faint gaze, "Are you comforting me or making fun of me?"

"How can it be making fun of you? I'm telling the truth."

She didn't want to care anymore. She knew that he didn't want her to be burdened. Now that Sanchez was dead, it was useless to be sad.

Fortunately, she listened to Christopher, otherwise, they wouldn't even have a piece of evidence.

"Should we go and find the perpetrator?" They knew that it wasn't just an accident, but a planned murder.

Christopher nodded. "We must find him. We have to prepare for the worst. You won't be able to live peacefully as long as Wilson is alive."

She sighed softly. "I know what Theodore meant now."

"Theodore? You met him?"

She nodded and said, "I met him a few days ago. He told me to stay away from anything that happens in the hospital, and don't ask if I see something." He frowned deeply and asked in confusion, "Could it be that he knew what Wilson did?"

She closed her eyes tiredly. She really didn't want to think about anything for the time being. What happened that morning was really unbearable.

...

Theodore was sitting in his office dealing with some matters. Moses went over to look and handed the documents to him. "Mr. Godfrey."

"What's the matter?" He asked without even raising his head.

Moses hesitated for a moment and said, "There was an accident at the hospital today. Someone was killed by a car at the main entrance, and the patient was cured by Dr. Trevino."

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Theodore's hand paused for a moment. His deep gaze was filled with coldness. "Got it."

"Then I'll go out first," Moses said as he observed his expressions.

Seeing Theodore act as if nothing had happened, he felt a little apprehensive in his heart, but he did not dare to speak his mind.

After Moses went out, Theodore threw his pen aside. The afternoon sun shone into the room, and the long shadow reflected on the carpet.

His handsome face darkened. It seemed that he should start making his move. Someone was already anxious to make theirs.

He took out his phone and dialed Everleigh's number.

He didn't know if she was resting at this time.

"Hello." Her gentle voice rang through. Theodore's lips curled into a faint smile. "Everleigh."

"Are you done with your work?" She asked. She hadn't called lately because she was afraid that she would bother him.

"Not yet. I just had a meal. I'm calling to ask you something."

"What else is there to know? Aren't you just checking if I'm eating and sleeping well?"

He listened to her words. His eyes were as deep as the depths of the ocean, filled with distress. "So, are you?"

"Of course, I'm going to pick up Alastair and Adrienne. They're coming back from the Meyer family today." Everleigh looked at the time. She was running late.

Theodore replied with an 'okay', and his deep voice reached Everleigh's ears, carrying a special charm within it.

She hung up the phone and took a deep breath. Her face turned as red as an apple.

Theodore hung up the phone as well. Judging from her voice, it didn't seem to be a big deal. He believed that it wouldn't bother her too much.

Just when Everleigh was getting ready to pick up Alastair and Adrienne, her mobile phone rang. It was an unknown caller. She thought it was a patient, so she hesitated for a moment and picked it up. "Hello."

"Everleigh, do you still remember me?" A gloomy voice spoke. Anyone who heard it would have shivered.

She froze, and the rosiness in her cheeks faded, but the chill remained. "Xavier."

"So you still remember me. I didn't expect to leave such a deep impression on you." Xavier's hoarse voice slowly sounded, sounding much like a ghost.

She stood at the door and watched as cars passed by on the street. The sun was shining brightly on her, but it could not hide the coldness in her body.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Where's the sincerity in speaking through the phone? I'll wait for you in the newly opened restaurant in Westfield District. I believe that you won't turn me down." Xavier's voice was full of self-mockery; it was as if she would be blamed if she didn't go.

"Okay," she said without hesitation. She could also take this opportunity to have a good chat with him.

"Then I'll look forward to your arrival, Miss Trevino."

She hung up the phone, dialed a familiar number, and said, "Christopher, I'm going to see Xavier. Remember to come and look for me." "What are you going to see him for?" He had just had a meal with his "new prey", but he received a phone call from Everleigh.

She felt that there should be something Xavier knew. Since he could come to her personally, she should meet him.