Chapter 470 The Director's Eviction

A colleague, who was a bit close to Rachel, suddenly came up to her and hugged her tight. This sudden act of kindness stunned her. She was lost for words.

Her colleague drew a big smile and said, "Well done, Rachel! If that was me in your shoes, I'm afraid I would have just taken the blame for her."

Rachel replied with a faint smile, "You're giving me too much credit. I owe it much to Mr. Zhou. He saw through all the deception and proved that I was innocent."

Rachel left her colleague and went back to her office. She slumped in her chair. Her head felt heavy from all that had happened so she tried to rub her temples. The massage seemed to work and she grew drowsy. When she was about to fall asleep, she heard the door to her office open. She sat up with a jolt. It was James. He slowly walked inside the room and made his way to the sofa. She noted how sagely he looked while walking with his hands behind his back. "Were you a little scared just now?" he muttered as he sat on the sofa, smiling.

Rachel beamed back, "Uncle James, do I really look like a coward to you?"

"No, of course not, my dear." James shook his head in emphasis. He realized how silly that question was, so he changed the topic and said, "I believe you're the only one in this hospital who could have handled it."

"It was not my fault, nor was it my responsibility. I didn't have to bear the burden,"

Rachel responded playfully while fiddling with the tea cup on the table.

James didn't think more about Rachel's answer. Unbeknownst to him, her thoughts had drifted to Jack. She thought how this was a bad time to think about tha

she was not dreaming anymore. After several attempts, it dawned to her that she might be under sleep paralysis. She already wanted to wake up but her eyelids seemed to be shut tight. It was as if her eyelids are glued together by an unknown force.

Jack stood by her bedside. He was obviously looking, with a frown, at the purple bruises around her neck. His eyes were full of pity and guilt.

He hadn't taken good care of her and what happened to Rachel had been his fault entirely.

Just then, Julie stepped into the room with a lunch box in hand. She gently placed it on the table and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fu, I believe you haven't eaten anything for today. Please, have some of this first."

Jack responded hoarsely, "I don't have any appetite right now. Just leave it there."

"Well, if that's the case, why don't you have some of this soup, then? This will warm your belly up." Julie poured some soup in to a bowl and handed it over to Jack. It was warm in his hands and the aroma of boiled chicken and chives wafted into his nose. Julie remarked, "The doctor told me that Miss Shen is going to be fine. You don't have to worry so much, Mr. Fu."

"Okay. I understand." Jack sighed. Despite the nice smell, he put the bowl of soup aside. He reached out and grabbed Rachel's left hand. He marveled at how delicate and small her hand was. He squeezed it, brought it to his lips, and planted a gentle kiss. A moment after, he gave Julie a very serious look. The intensity of that stare alarmed her a little bit. She slowly opened her mouth and asked, "Mr. Fu, is there anything wrong with Miss Shen? Is she...?"