The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 217 It's All Your Fault, Mandy!

"Next patient, please," Arron shouted leisurely.

He was the vice president of the hospital as well as a famous orthopedist. He only had to attend to ten or so patients, talk some nonsense with them, and he would be paid handsomely. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

It was all due to his sister's marriage that he was able t o enjoy all of the privileges. Through the Ainsleys, although he had never participated in any surgeries before, he was packaged as a specialist. Even if he contributed nothing to the hospital, the hospital would still give him a pay rise every year.

It was like living in heaven.

'After this last patient, I've to find a place and relax. Where should I go?" As Arron thought, a lecherous smile crept onto his face.

The door was opened and the last patient walked in.

Without raising his head, he asked, "Tell me your name, your gender, and where you hurt yourself."

"Name: Arron Rednick. Gender: male. Where did I hurt myself? How about a full-body bone fracture?" a phlegmatic voice replied in return.

'Huh?'

Arron jerked his head up, and he was greeted by a pair of cold eyes. A little startled, he quickly gathered himself up and replied, "Who... Who are you? Are you making fun of me?"

As if tickled pink by him, the man chuckled, " Everyone who knows me knows that I, Julian Shaw, never jokes around."

'Julian Shaw?"

The alarm in his head went off, and his heart started t o race.

It went without saying that he was familiar with Julian. However, he would never feel so frightened if h e were to bump into him under normal circumstances. The reason he felt scared right now was that he had done something bad behind Julian.

Be that as it may, he tried to calm himself down and said, "Is there any misunderstanding between us, Mr. Shaw? I've never met you before, and I didn’t offend you or anything, so why are you doing this to me?"

Maintaining the smile on his face, Julian moved on," Misunderstanding? Well, well, well, I guess our Mr. Vice President here is a little forgetful. Do you really think nobody knows that you're the one who asked someone to switch the blood sample?"

'It's busted?!' Arron's heart somersaulted.

His worst hunch had come true. He did not understand how Julian would know about the blood sample.

Even though he felt indignant right now, it was not the right time to ponder about something like that. He was fully aware of what Julian was capable of, so he must not admit it no matter what. Besides, he had deleted all the examination records. Even if Susan did the test again and proved her innocence, he just needed to tell them something was wrong with the first test result. After all, the machine was not absolutely accurate.

As such, he feigned a blank expression on his face and said, "Blood sample? I don’t understand what you are talking about, Mr. Shaw."

"You don't understand? Well, it doesn't matter," Julian snapped his fingers and two brawny men wearing well -pressed suits came in.

"Close the door,” Julian said indifferently. "Then you guys can start beating him. But bear in mind, don't kill him."

The duo locked the door and then charged towards Arron.

Arron's knees gave way and he slumped to the floor," Mr... Mr. Shaw. This place is a hospital, you can't do what you like.”

"Me? I don't know them at all. I’m just a patient who came to meet my doctor. While I was seeing you, two big and strong men rushed in and started beating you. I’m just an innocent bystander," Julian said, shrugging his shoulders.

Arron's expression changed. Then, before he could do anything, a flurry of kicks and punches showered upon him.

After half an hour.

Looking at Arron who was writhing in pain on the floor, Julian rose to his feet. "Vice President, I've booked three timeslots with you for the next three days. I'll see you tomorrow."

After that, Julian turned around and left.

It was only after Arron was certain that Julian was gone that he got up from the floor. His body was shaking profusely.

'Three days? He is coming to beat me for three days straight? He's even more savage than the mafia!'

He fished out his phone with his trembling hand and placed a call to Mandy.

After all, it was all Mandy's fault. If he knew Julian would retaliate in this manner, he would rather die than help her.

He could not understand how Julian found out it was him, as he was certain that he did not leave any tracks behind. Since it was not him, then Mandy must’ve given him away.

As soon as the call was connected, Arron snapped out, "Mandy, this is all your fault!"

On the other side of the phone, Mandy was happily enjoying her fruit. She was stunned for a moment when she heard the accusation against her. She thought she was hallucinating and furrowed her brows. Then, she asked, "What happened, Uncle?"

"What happened? It’s all your fault! If you had not asked me to switch Mrs. Shaw's blood sample for the DNA paternity test, Julian Shaw would’ve never come t o me. Do you know what he did? He brought two men with him today and beat the hell out of me! This is all your fault!" Arron shouted exasperatingly.

He was a person with no ambition at all. It was all thanks to the Ainsleys that he could become the vice president of a hospital. As such, he did not reject when Mandy came to seek his help. However, he never expected that it would cost him so much. Right now, his life was in danger. He was certain that Julian would have no qualms in taking his life.

"Julian Shaw went to you today?” Mandy was shocked as well.

She narrowed her eyes. The test result should have been released a couple of days ago, and she was certain that the paternity percentage must be zero.

Whoever saw the result would suspect their own wife first, and she knew Susan inside out.

Susan was a prideful woman. She would not tolerate even the slightest doubt from Julian. At that time, there would be only two outcomes. Either she was so indignant that she lost the kid, or she had a fall out with Julian.

She had been fighting with Susan for a long time, so she was very confident about it.

However, right now, nothing happened to Susan, and Julian turned to target her uncle?

'Does he really not suspect Susan at all?' Mandy thought inwardly.

'No, that's impossible. The result is there, so there is n o way a man would not care about such a thing. Susan must've had a fall out with Julian already,' Mandy thought in her mind.

"Julian Shaw is not going to be satisfied until he gets me. Mandy, this is all your fault. You must help me!” Arron said, pulling Mandy back to reality.

No matter if Julian was having a fall out with Susan o r not, it was a fact that Julian had turned his target on her uncle. Besides, if he had found her uncle, it meant he suspected her as well.

Mandy’s heartbeat suddenly grew into a gallop. After all, she never intended to offend the Shaws. 2

Mandy forced herself to calm down and then said," Calm down, Uncle. Now answer my question. Did you delete all the records?"

"Yes, I did," Arron replied.

Mandy let out a sigh, "That’s good then. From what I know, Susan is a woman with high self- esteem. It's Madam Shaw who did the test behind her back, so she would never do the test again. As such, nobody can justify that the test result is fake. Julian Shaw does not have any evidence as well, so as long as you refuse to admit it, he can't do anything to you. Right now, you go and take a few days off. Don’t go to the hospital. I guess he will give up if he cannot find you."

Arron was still skeptical about it, but since he did not have a better idea, he could only agree to it.

Mandy hung up the call, and a dark glint crossed her eyes.

She did not believe that Julian did not suspect Susan a t all. Without any proof or evidence, the faith Julian had in Susan would slowly diminish and it was only a matter of time before a crack appeared in their relationship.

As such, she felt her effort was not entirely in vain.

However, what Mandy did not know was that the call had been intercepted and recorded. It had been sent to both Julian and Luke's phones.