Divorce Anxiety novel Chapter 439

Chapter 439 You Are At Home

“Did Marjory teach you this before?” Kathleen inquired.

Rory nodded. “Of course. In fact, professionals like us are unlikely to be injured when jumping from the third floor. We’ll be fine as long as we don’t make careless mistakes.”

Kathleen frowned. “I see.”

“Dr. Johnson, is there any problem?” Rory asked in puzzlement.

“It’s nothing. You may carry on with your work now.” Kathleen hung up the phone and went looking for Miley’s attending physician.

His name was Stanley Hans.

He grinned when he saw Kathleen personally visiting him. “Hello, Dr. Johnson.”

Kathleen nodded in acknowledgment and said, “I’d like to have a look at Miley’s medical records.”

Stanley stiffened, flustered by the unexpected request. “Why?”

“Richard asked me to treat Miley’s legs. So, I need the medical records,” she answered indifferently.

“Oh. Perhaps, Ms. Chapman’s legs might recover with your treatment,” he responded awkwardly.

Kathleen reached out and repeated flatly, “The medical records.”

Stanley handed them to her obediently.

She took the medical records and announced, “I’ll take them with me, then.”

“Huh?” The man was stunned.

She asked expressionlessly, “Can’t I? All of you have an electronic copy of these medical records, anyway. I’ll return them to you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” he responded reluctantly.

With that, Kathleen turned to leave.

Upon exiting the room, she found a janitress.

Kathleen took out a tiny bugging device and said, “I need a favor from you. Please stick this under Miley’s bed when you’re cleaning the area.”

The janitress eyed her suspiciously. “Won’t it be discovered?”

Kathleen reassured, “It won’t. Feel free to let me know if there’s anything you need.”

The janitress was taken aback by Kathleen’s words. “Really? Anything?”

“You’re doing me a favor. Of course, I won’t treat you unfairly. However, you must promise to keep this a secret.”

The janitress accepted the bugging device. “Then… My son just graduated from university, and he needs a job.”

“Does he want to go to Macari Group or my company?” Kathleen asked straightforwardly.

“Macari Group.”

Kathleen nodded in understanding. “Okay. Go and get busy. Someone will get in touch with you guys soon.”

“All right.” The janitress was overjoyed.

With that, she pushed the janitorial cart toward Miley’s ward.

Miley was not the slightest bit suspicious since the janitress was there to clean the room.

When Kathleen got into her car, she unlocked her phone and put on her Bluetooth earphones.

She tapped into an application and made some adjustments. Suddenly, Stanley’s voice came through the earphone speakers.

“Looks like Richard asked Kathleen to treat your legs. It won’t take long for him to find out your legs are fine,” said Stanley uneasily.

Miley smiled nonchalantly. “Isn’t that better? That way, I’ll have a reason to get to my feet. There’s no need to look for other doctors anymore.”

“But Kathleen has superb medical skills. She’ll definitely realize something’s off. When she realizes there’s nothing wrong with your legs, she’ll know I’ve falsified your records,” he uttered nervously.

“You’re worrying too much. She won’t realize a thing,” remarked Miley indifferently.

Exasperated, Stanley asked, “Don’t you think you’re underestimating her? Anyway, I’ve already finished helping you. I won’t be responsible if something happens next time.”

Miley’s expression turned grim. “Are you trying to burn the bridge now?”

“What do you mean, burn the bridge? This was our agreement. All I had to do was fabricate your medical records, saying your legs can’t function anymore. That’s all!” retorted Stanley, trying to shirk his responsibility.

He knew he could not afford to mess with Kathleen.

“Anyway, you’re on your own if you really let Kathleen treat your legs!” Stanley did not want to bring trouble upon himself.

What he did was already enough to make him lose his job.

“So, shall we go to Richard’s place now?”

“Let’s go.” Gemma nodded, turning on the navigation system.

With Kathleen driving the car, the duo soon arrived at Richard’s residence.

Gemma unbuckled her seat belt, and she scanned the building with a look of revulsion.

“Let’s go,” Kathleen prompted. “Let’s finish packing earlier. You’re going to have a meal with your colleagues later, aren’t you?”

“Mm,” Gemma answered with a nod. She took a deep breath and got out of the car.

Kathleen, too, got out as well.

They took the elevator upstairs.

Upon arriving at the door, Gemma pulled out a key.

Before she could even insert the key into the keyhole, the door opened from the inside.

There stood Richard behind the door, dressed in his pajamas.

Gemma’s and Richard’s eyes met instantly. It was extremely awkward.

“You’re at home.” Gemma did her best to remain calm.

“Mm.” Richard fixed his eyes on her face.

“I’m here to pack up my things. I’ll be done in a flash.” She looked away, avoiding his intense gaze.

He swallowed hard. “What’s the rush?”

“Sorry for the disturbance,” Gemma said, walking into the house.

She went straight into the room, took out her luggage from the closet, and started packing her things.

Kathleen went closer to Richard. “I checked Miley’s medical records just now. I think there’s still hope for her legs. Can you let me have a go at it?”

Richard frowned. “You?”

She said aloofly, “Yes. She can’t stand, anyway. So, it won’t hurt even if the treatment fails. Surely you do not think I want to harm her?”