Classic Novel
CHAPTER 1261
Chapter 1261 Fake Doctor
“As for my job…” Jesslyn quickly added, “I can work for the Wrays right away!”
Lynette frowned, wishing she could distance herself from the phone.
She wondered if Jesslyn was stupid. Without Jesslyn’s position in the Whitman residence, she was worth nothing to Lynette. How foolish could Jesslyn be?
“Oh, I’m not at the Wray residence now. Why don’t you go home and rest for now? There will be work for you later on.” Lynette barely disguised her impatience before hanging up right after she spoke.
If she wasn’t worried about Jesslyn spreading rumors, she wouldn’t have bothered with even that much.
Yet, Jesslyn felt triumphant, as if she had secured a great victory. Just you wait. Let’s see when the Whitmans will finally fall!”
While Jesslyn was reveling in her perceived triumph, she had no idea that her entire conversation was being recorded on a nearby phone. The person recording was none other than Wolf.
Despite his young age, Wolf was highly perceptive, especially toward people who harbored malicious intent toward Wynter.
Hence, he made sure to follow Jesslyn. Once he was done, he ran over to Wynter and gestured that he had captured the evidence.
Wynter enlarged the video on her phone. The footage was crystal clear, and the audio was perfect. Truly, it was an unexpected
windfall.
Just then, a passing Mercedes narrowly missed the both of them. Inside were Chester, delayed by an emergency surgery, and the Whitman family’s current head, Noah.
From the moment Taylor’s call came in, Noah had felt uneasy.
Immediately after finishing up his work, he picked up Chester from the hospital and headed straight to Quaint Villa. Who knew the traffic delays would slow them down?
Noah raised his hand and checked the time. His anxiousness was evident from his deep frown. The moment the car stopped, he and Chester hurried toward the house.
Seeing Noah’s urgency, Taylor was puzzled. He walked downstairs and asked, “Noah, what’s the rush?”
“Where’s Dad? How is he now?” Noah halted. He was bewildered by Taylor’s reaction. Why was Taylor, who was even more anxious than him all the time, acting so calmly?
Taylor smiled, “Oh, you’re worried about this. Didn’t you receive my text? Dad’s fine. Dr. Harper’s assistant did a great job.”
“Assistant?” Chester, standing there with his medical kit, looked utterly confused. “I don’t have an assistant. What assistant?”
Upon hearing this, Taylor’s expression froze, and his breathing became erratic. “You don’t have an assistant? What about any other doctors from your hospital? Did any of them receive a call to come?”
Chester shook his head. “I’ve always been the one responsible for Mr. Reuben. There’s no way any other doctor would be called in.” Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
A loud thud was heard as Taylor’s phone slipped from his hand. He didn’t bother to pick it up or explain it further.
He sprinted toward Reuben’s bedroom, his eyes icy and filled with menace. He had never felt such urgency in his life. If no doctor had been called over, then who was the person that had just been
there?
Taylor couldn’t fathom anyone daring to pull such a stunt under his watch. Who would have the audacity to pose as a doctor to enter the Whitman residence? What was their objective, and who had
sent them?
His mind raced with possibilities. He wouldn’t spare anyone if anything happened to Reuben.
Seeing Taylor’s panic, Noah felt even more uneasy.
With a loud bang, Taylor burst into the bedroom. The sound of the door being pushed echoed through the whole mansion.
However, he was met with the sight of Reuben, who had been weak for ages, practicing martial arts.