Chapter 89: The Perfect Lie

Hospitals were filled with all kinds of people—VIPs, celebrities. It wasn’t unusual for someone to attract attention. Yunice didn’t think much of it. What she didn’t know was that the person being swarmed by admirers just outside was none other than Elsie.

Wearing a white coat, hands tucked neatly into her pockets, Elsie walked calmly at the front of the group. A crowd of nurses and medical interns followed close behind.

“Dr. Elsie, is it true? Are you really Mr. Paul from the Powell family’s girlfriend?” someone asked, barely able to contain their excitement.

Elsie gave a dazzling smile, not slowing her stride. “It’s just a rumor. Don’t take it seriously.”

“But we saw Mr. Paul in the car with you when you were dropped off! That ride was gorgeous.”

“That was a blue Bagatti, right? Only 200 made in the world. Of course, it’s gorgeous.”

“Dr. Elsie, isn’t your hair clip from Balenciaga? It’s going for $140,000 on the official site!”

“God, she’s wearing an apartment on her head and still says she’s not dating Mr. Paul?”

Elsie stopped in front of Deputy Director Xavier’s office, turned back, and playfully winked. She made a finger-gun gesture and said with a gleam in her eye, “Spread one more rumor, and I’ll sue you.”

The girl she pointed at immediately clutched her chest like she’d been struck by Cupid’s arrow. Laughter echoed through the hallway.

That cheeky way of “denying” the rumors only made everyone believe it more. Clearly, she was Mr. Paul’s girlfriend—just choosing to stay low-key.

Elsie stepped into Mr. Xavier’s office. He had clearly been waiting, because the second the door opened, he practically leapt to his feet. Grinning from ear to ear, he hurried over to greet her. “Dr. Elsie, such an honor to finally meet you!”

Elsie responded politely. “Mr. Xavier, I’ll be counting on your support from now on.”

“Of course, of course. Mr. Paul already gave me the heads-up. I’ll give you my full support. Silverburgh Hospital was partially funded by the Powell Corporation. Mr. Xavier was one of Powell’s men. Everyone in Silverburgh knew Paul was the Powell family’s sole heir. That made Elsie—the woman publicly linked to him—the future lady of the house. Who wouldn’t want to curry favor?”

Elsie was pleased with their reaction. If she’d known Paul’s identity was this useful, she wouldn’t have wasted so much time at Saunders Hospital.

Still, things had taken a turn for the better. The family he had once injured and crippled would be furious.

Once the small talk was over, Mr. Xavier moved behind his desk and slid a form toward her.

“Dr. Elsie, just fill this out and you’ll officially be on the team. Don’t worry about your graduate certificate; we’ll make sure it looks perfect.”

Elsie was currently a grad student, with plans to go straight into a PhD after finishing her master’s. When she was done, her resume would be the Saunders family’s most impressive. Even Oscar couldn’t compete. And Yunice? She didn’t even have a college degree.

A cold smirk touched her lips as she picked up the pen and wrote her name.

Mr. Xavier blinked when he saw it. “Yunice? So you’re the one who used that special technique to save Madam Johnson?”

Elsie’s smile vanished. What Madam Johnson? What special technique?

The moment Mr. Xavier saw her expression change, he remembered Dr. Joe’s warning that the incident with Madam Johnson wasn’t to be discussed. He hadn’t been in the room during the treatment, but he’d heard the name “Yunice” shouted during the chaos. He’d assumed it had been Elsie.

He scrambled to smooth things over. “Please don’t worry, Dr. Elsie. I won’t breathe a word about the Johnson case.”

Internally, he was thrilled. He’d assumed Paul’s girlfriend was here just to collect a fancy title—but it looked like he’d struck gold. Now, whenever a difficult surgery came up, he finally had someone he could count on.

Elsie finished the paperwork. Mr. Xavier quickly had her processed as a medical intern, assigned to assist supervising physicians in patient exams, diagnosis, and treatments—including writing orders, filling out charts, and submitting test requests.

When she walked out of the office, her new staff badge hanging from her chest, the waiting crowd of nurses and interns took one look and instantly got the message.

With backing from above, it didn’t take long for Elsie to dig up details about Madam Johnson’s miraculous recovery. She found out the woman had been scheduled for a highly risky operation—until some mysterious figure somehow cured her, completely unscathed.

Elsie couldn’t help but wonder. Could it have been Yunice? No worry. Yunice had only a high school diploma and had spent three years in a mental hospital. How could she possibly possess that level of skill?

Still, curiosity gnawed at her. She decided to pay Madam Johnson a visit and ask—carefully.