The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities - Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Just For Fun

“Wasn’t it just a slap?” Claire stared at Ada wickedly, her smile getting colder and colder. “Then, can I slap you too?”

Ada almost got a heart attack due to anger. “What are you talking about?! I’m your mother!”

“Stop it…”

At this time, a weak voice sounded in the ward.

Ada rushed into the ward holding Phoebe’s hand. She complained angrily. “Dad, look, Claire beat Phoebe so hard. She almost broke the bridge of her nose!”

Upon hearing this, Phoebe cried even louder.

She deliberately dropped her hand, revealing her bruised cheek, trying to make Grandpa hate Claire.

Unexpectedly, Evans sighed and said disapprovingly, “It’s normal for children to quarrel. Why do you take it so seriously?”

Phoebe’s face stiffened, her eyes almost popping out.

She never expected that Grandpa, who always doted on her, would defend Claire!

On the other side, Claire left from there casually.

Phoebe turned her head and stared in the direction of Claire. She was filled with raging resentment and jealousy.

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Leaving the hospital, Claire went to Gallon’s apartment.

Entering the door, she took off her coat. She threw it on the chair, and went straight to the topic. “Who is the person investigating me?”

Gallon slammed the door shut, his face solemn. “There is not only one but many different groups of people investigating you. You are very dangerous now.”

Claire leaned against the sofa lazily. “They shouldn’t be investigating me.”

“Not you?”

The result of his investigation couldn’t be wrong.

Claire smiled and said, “It’s my computer.”

Gallon frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I have put 108 viruses in my computer.”

“Are you crazy?!” Gallon bounced from the chair, his eyes almost popped out.

Claire smiled evilly. “I just did it for fun. I didn’t expect them to react so strongly.”

For fun?

Gallon didn’t know what to say.

After all, Claire had always been this unscrupulous since he knew her.

“You don’t need to worry. I can handle that.” Claire got up, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of soda from inside.

Gallon looked at her hands. “Can you operate now?”

Claire suddenly felt a sharp pain in her palms but there was no expression on her face. “It was an emergency back then. I didn’t think too much.”

Since her mother passed away, she could no longer pick up the scalpel…

Gallon smiled. “It’s a good thing.”

Claire took a mouthful from the soda can and leaned against the refrigerator. Suddenly, she changed the subject. “Do you know when I killed the first person?”

“Kill?” Gallon’s eyebrows twitched.

Claire narrowed her eyes, looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and said lightly, “Two years ago, a patient was sent into the hospital, who was dying and was in urgent need of surgery. A woman begged me not to save him. She told me this person broke into her home, killed her husband, sexually assaulted her and her seven-year-old daughter, and even tortured her daughter to death. She cried and asked me why I wanted to save a murderer.”

She paused, holding her breathing. “That was the first time I… felt my faith as a doctor collapse.”

Gallon looked at her quietly.

When she talked about this, her face was as pale as a paper.

“Was it fair to the dead if I saved him? If I saved him, maybe he would continue to kill more people. If I saved a murderer with blood on his hands, what was the difference between him and me?”

Gallon said, “But you still saved him, right?”

Claire smiled and said nothing.

Gallon asked. “Then what?”