Chapter 386

After her confession, Francesca’s face turned bright red as she huffed and walked into the hospital ahead of Andrew.

“Fran, are you saying you have someone special?” Andrew asked as he caught up with her.

Francesca replied seriously, “Dr. Lloyd, we’re at work now. Please refrain from asking personal questions in the hospital.”

“As you wish, Dr. Aicker,” Andrew smiled with a playful bow.

The morning passed quickly as Andrew saw a few scheduled patients. During a lull, Bernard, who had been absent for a while, approached him with a fake smile.

“Dr. Lloyd, I hear you’re doing quite well lately. Congratulations!”

“It’s nothing special – just slightly better than your situation,” Andrew replied with a smirk.

Bernard’s face darkened instantly. “Andrew, pride comes before a fall. You’re so young to be promoted to deputy chief – I worry you’ll lose control, and everything will come crashing down.”

“No need for your concern, Dr. Hackett,” Andrew said with a slight smile. “By the way, how’s your dear son doing these days?”

“Andrew, you just had to bring that up, didn’t you?” Bernard exploded.

Philip had been caught attempting to assault a young nurse named Nyla, and when Andrew intervened, Philip suffered some permanent consequences.

Bernard had spent the past few months taking Philip to various specialists, and while his son's condition showed slight improvement, he would never fully recover.

“Mr. Bozzelli has already expressed his support for me,” Bernard said with a sinister smile. “Andrew, get ready to pack your bags – you’ll be out of here soon.”

Andrew ignored his threats. After all, Andrew could buy the entire hospital in a heartbeat if he wanted to.

At lunchtime, Francesca invited Andrew to the hospital cafeteria, but he declined, staying in his office to try calling Natasha again. Her phone remained off, making it clear the cunning widow was determined to go behind his back.

Grabbing his jacket, Andrew smirked as he drove his G-Wagon toward West End.

Meanwhile, at the Stevens mansion, Aspen’s face had turned ghostly pale as she processed the shocking news.

Chapter 387

She mumbled, “How is this possible? Atlas couldn’t have been assassinated! He’s almost at the senior grandmaster level and had dozens of elite fighters, not to mention hundreds of men under him…”

The morning news and major magazines were all reporting the same story – a violent incident at a suburban villa the previous night had left the infamous Atlas, crime lord of Jayrodale’s Northern District, dead, his heart destroyed.

Christina’s family sat around their dining table for lunch, but no one could eat another bite as the devastating news sank in.