Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 149: The Erased Traces of That Rescue Three Years Ago
Director Coleman looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.
After quite some time, he finally found his voice and exclaimed in shock, "President Fitzwilliam?"
He thought President Fitzwilliam was here to hold him accountable for the incident with the medical staff, and hurriedly explained, "We have responded as quickly as possible. At the time, many medical staff were injured while trying to stop the attacker. Unfortunately, the first stab the attacker made on Dr. Hayes was straight to the heart, and by the time I rushed to save him, it was already too late..."
His expression was defeated, yet he stood straight ready to take the blame, "Regardless, such an incident happening in the hospital means I, as the director, have an undeniable responsibility. We failed to prepare for this adequately. President Fitzwilliam, I am willing to accept any punishment, including dismissal and compensation."
Zion Fitzwilliam stood in front of him, looking at Director Coleman’s lifeless eyes, and after a moment, he spoke in a deep voice, "The attacker has already been taken by the police. I will assign dedicated legal personnel to deal with the situation. I will strive for both criminal responsibility and compensation for Dr. Hayes."
"In addition, the hospital will donate consolation money to Dr. Hayes in the form of condolences, and take good care of his widow and child."
"I know Dr. Hayes was your most outstanding student. I hope you can mourn with strength."
"As for you, if you want to donate money to Dr. Hayes’ family in a private capacity, that’s your affair, no need to report it to me."
Director Coleman never thought that President Fitzwilliam would appear here before dawn just to say this to him.
"You... won’t punish me?" A hint of grief flashed in his eyes, "After all, I’m responsible for this hospital."
"Yes, under your management, such a malicious event occurred. Logically, I should punish you, even if you’re quite innocent." Zion Fitzwilliam’s gaze deepened, "Now, the responsibility has been taken up by the head office for you. In exchange, I hope you can answer a few questions for me."
Director Coleman was taken aback, watching Zion Fitzwilliam’s inscrutable dark eyes. He inexplicably felt a pang of unease, already realizing that Zion Fitzwilliam was going to ask something not simple.
But he also understood that this was a chance given by President Fitzwilliam.
After hesitating for a while, he still spoke, "Ask away, I assure you I will answer everything I know."
"Three years ago, when you were in the ER, you participated in the treatment of a very serious car accident, right?"
Director Coleman’s heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at Zion Fitzwilliam, feigning urgency, "You have heard about that car accident?"
Zion Fitzwilliam didn’t answer his question, only said, "Yes or no?"
Director Coleman nodded with difficulty, "Yes."
"Tell me the specifics of that car accident." Zion Fitzwilliam looked at him steadily.
There was a flash of pain in Director Coleman’s eyes, he turned his back on Zion Fitzwilliam and looked out the fish-belly pale window.
"That was... it was a deep night."
His voice trembled slightly. The event three years ago for him was akin to a massive scar. He even changed his professional ideals and career plans because of it. If President Fitzwilliam hadn’t asked, he would never willingly recall it in his lifetime.
"It was raining that day. We received news that a truck crashed into a small car. Inside the car was a family of three. The mother died on the spot, and the father, child, and the driver who caused the accident were urgently sent for rescue. The entire ER was busy, preparing to face this challenging treatment."
"Later, the ambulance delivered the people. Three injured individuals: the child of that family was the least hurt, assigned to a new and an intern doctor. The father of that family reportedly had his lower body wedged inside the car, possibly facing amputation, but ultimately, it wasn’t life-threatening. The only trouble was the driver at fault. A young doctor and I were involved in treating that driver."
"The driver was severely injured, with multiple organ ruptures, heavy bleeding, and comminuted fractures. I was the surgeon, and the young doctor was internal medicine, so he performed the repair surgery on the internal organs."
"The surgery was smooth, just about to be completed when suddenly..."
Director Coleman choked up at this point, uncontrollably, suppressing his emotions forcefully, continuing, "A family member of a patient rushed in with a knife, directly towards that young doctor. The knife... stabbed viciously into the young doctor’s body. I was stunned, like a waste, paralyzed on the ground. Soon, security subdued that family member, but, still... the young doctor couldn’t be saved."
"Because the young doctor suddenly died from his injuries, the driver also couldn’t survive and passed away within days."
Having said this, Director Coleman casually wiped his eye corner, and when he turned around again, aside from his red eyes, nothing was amiss. He asked puzzled, "President Fitzwilliam, why did you suddenly think to ask about this?"
Zion Fitzwilliam’s expression darkened slightly. He didn’t answer Director Coleman’s question but recalled a conversation he had soon after meeting Elara.
"How did you meet Mason Jacobs?"
"Three years ago, my parents had a car accident. My mom died on the spot. My dad had spinal injuries and his legs were paralyzed. The culprit fled the scene. I met him at my most desperate moment. He helped me find the whereabouts of the culprit and brought the top experts to save my dad’s legs."
He could pretty much confirm that the car accident Director Coleman participated in the rescue of was the one Elara had encountered.
However, Elara said the perpetrator fled, and Mason Jacobs helped her find him, whereas Director Coleman said the perpetrator was dead.
Zion Fitzwilliam looked up at Director Coleman and asked, "What happened to the father of that family of three?"
Director Coleman recalled for a moment and said, "Because I didn’t follow up with those injured, I only heard that the injuries were serious but fortunately, despite the spinal injury, the legs were saved. Long-term rehabilitation might even allow standing."
Zion Fitzwilliam’s eyes cooled.
The hospital had saved David Hales’ legs on the spot, yet Elara claimed that Mason Jacobs brought the top experts who saved David Hales’ legs.
Three years ago, Elara treated Mason Jacobs as salvation, trusted him, appreciated him, but what did Mason Jacobs take Elara as?
"Did you apply to move into management because of that incident?" Zion Fitzwilliam asked.
Director Coleman slowly nodded, "Yes, since then, I developed a stress disorder. I couldn’t trust patients nor could I conduct surgeries, so..."
"I heard that the surgery on Dr. Hayes this time was led by you?"
Director Coleman gave a bitter smile, "Just for the sake of my student, I risked it once, but as it turned out, he couldn’t make it..."
"My condolences." Zion Fitzwilliam said flatly, then asked again, "Why was there no record of that emergency rescue three years ago?"
Returning to the country and buying this hospital was a coincidence. If Miles Morgan hadn’t found that his grandpa had been in this hospital three years ago, he wouldn’t have discovered this erased traces of a car accident.
Director Coleman was taken aback, "You didn’t know? Three years ago, right after the car accident, there was a fire inside the hospital, burning many records. The hospital network was paralyzed for half a month, and once everything returned to normal, all patient records were lost."
Upon hearing this, Zion Fitzwilliam tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Director Coleman inexplicably felt a chill down his spine. This was the first expression President Fitzwilliam showed while chatting with him for so long. Only that smile inexplicably made people feel eerie, as if an assassin lurking in the shadows inadvertently lifted an eye.
Just the gaze sends a chill down one’s spine.
Director Coleman sensed intuitively that President Fitzwilliam’s sudden questioning surely wasn’t that simple, but he didn’t answer directly when asked twice, proving this wasn’t something he could inquire about.
Standing quietly, Cece didn’t speak unless President Fitzwilliam did.
Zion Fitzwilliam looked down in thought for a long time before raising his hand to Director Coleman, saying, "You can go back first. This accident won’t hold you accountable. Keep working without worry."
Director Coleman’s eyes showed no joy, he simply replied, "Thank you, President Fitzwilliam."
He turned and left.
Yet Zion Fitzwilliam stood by the window for a long time, his brows continually furrowed.
He had initially believed Elara Hale’s marriage with Mason Jacobs was a situation where she poured her heart out but chose the wrong person. However, Director Coleman’s words revealed that Mason had premeditated actions.
Mason controlled the entire Jacobs Group. Elara Hale was just a regular girl, what was his plan for her? Even going so far as to enter into a marriage?
What was it that Mason had to marry Elara to achieve?
The clues Zion Fitzwilliam currently held couldn’t answer this question but he couldn’t alert the snake either. The only certain thing was that Mason Jacobs wasn’t just playing the hero in this accident.
In other words, Mason Jacobs wasn’t that simple.
Yet this matter must not become known to Elara.
She had worked hard to escape those nightmarish past events, and he would carefully protect her current happiness.
As for the dangers or mysteries, he would reveal them for her.
Daybreak came.
Elara Hale opened her eyes drowsily, seeing Zion Fitzwilliam helping Joanne Carter pack her school bag, which made her smile instinctively, "Why didn’t you wake me?"
"It’s only seven-thirty," Zion Fitzwilliam said gently, "You can sleep a bit more. I’ll take her to school and buy breakfast, then wake you up to eat."
Elara wrinkled her nose, "I’m only injured, not a child, there’s no need to be so..."
She wanted to use the word "cherish" because Zion Fitzwilliam’s recent actions made her feel he was nurturing her like a delicate flower...
But that word had too many interpretations, so she cautiously added, "like a porcelain doll."
Zion Fitzwilliam laughed, "You’ve been badly hurt, so taking extra care is only right."
"But taking care of me for so long, doesn’t that interrupt your work?" Elara Hale brought it up again.
In her understanding, no matter how flexible the job, it wouldn’t allow him to skip work day after day, right?
Zion Fitzwilliam paused, then smiled, "I was just about to mention it. I can’t stay with you today, after I bring breakfast I’ll need to visit the office, or my boss might have opinions."
Elara Hale inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief; indeed, that seemed normal.
Who among workers would dare be so brazen? Even though she’s valued at her company, she wouldn’t dare act like this.
"I’ll come over after work to help with your discharge," Zion Fitzwilliam picked up Joanne Carter’s bag, asking, "What would you like for dinner to celebrate your discharge?"
Elara Hale felt a bit embarrassed, "That grand?"
"Of course, you’ve escaped death this time, celebrating is more than justified," Zion Fitzwilliam said warmly, "Think about the menu, I’ll personally cook a meal for you."
Elara Hale’s heart raced sweetly and nervously, he’d cook personally...
She tried to act nonchalantly, "Alright, I’ll think about it."
Shortly after Zion Fitzwilliam left, Elara Hale’s phone rang, from a vaguely familiar unfamiliar number. She hesitated before recalling it was the number that sent a baffling message yesterday.
Thinking the caller had dialed mistakenly, she hung up directly, but unexpectedly the ringtone persisted persistently till she answered, "You’re calling..."
The word "wrong" hadn’t left her lips before a hysterical female voice on the other end exclaimed, "Elara Hale, are you satisfied now? Is this the result you wanted? You ruined me and my family, you’ll get your retribution!"
Elara Hale furrowed her brows, confused, "Cece? What’s gotten into you?"
Cecilia Quincy growled, "Bitch, don’t think I don’t know who orchestrated all this! I’ll tell you, don’t assume I’m easy to offend, I’ll make you pay!"
She then promptly hung up.
Elara Hale was inexplicably cursed at, frustrated, she called back, only for Cecilia Quincy not to answer.
Anyone who encountered such a situation wouldn’t be in a good mood, she held back her anger, texting Cecilia Quincy, "I don’t know what you’ve gone through, but don’t bite like a rabid dog, I haven’t intervened in anything concerning you, believe it or not!"
Cecilia Quincy didn’t respond.
Elara Hale took a deep breath, suppressing her anger.
Could it be related to Mason Jacobs seeking her yesterday? Did their relationship suffer a fracture?
But what did that have to do with her? She had divorced Mason Jacobs long ago—divorced for half a year, she’d well entered another relationship. Anyone with sense wouldn’t assume she wanted to reunite.
Meanwhile, Cecilia Quincy furiously threw her phone against the wall!
After being scolded by her mother early in the morning, she now loathed Elara Hale! Elara Hale caused her family’s ruin, she vowed Elara Hale would pay!
An insidious plan arose...
Elara Hale, you brought this on yourself!
Just then, the villa’s doorbell rang since no maids were around, only Mason Jacobs knew the location. Who could be visiting?
Cecilia Quincy stood up to open the door.
She opened it to see Jasmine standing outside, her expression indifferent, "What are you doing here?"
Jasmine’s clothes were disheveled, her face swollen, seemingly beaten. She bit her lip, eyes red, "They said you adopted me, now that you’re divorced from Uncle Jacobs, the Jacobs Family won’t support my living costs, they said to come to you."
