Chapter 313

Cassandra nodded profusely. “Yes, yes! Samantha, stay here with William. See if he needs any help.”

“Yes, don’t worry, Mrs. Lewis,” Samantha nodded obediently.

Tyler rubbed his chin, a glint in his eyes as he remarked casually, “You three act so well. If things don’t get solved satisfactorily, all of you should just work as actors instead!”

Tyler had always been a straight talker and never beat around the bush. His cutting remark seemed to make the temperature in the air dip a few degrees.

The faces of all three stiffened.

Cassandra shook out the tension in her shoulders and coughed awkwardly.

“Tyler, this is between our families. I know Rachel’s mom is your benefactor, but you shouldn’t overstep your boundaries. What’s more, you’ve always hated interfering with other people’s affairs, don’t you?”

Tyler ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a low chuckle. “Who said I’m interfering? I’m just here to watch the show. Are you going to stop me from watching the great show you’re putting up?”

“You…” Cassandra choked on her words, at a loss for what to say.

Samantha patted her shoulder. “Alright, Mrs. Lewis. I’ll walk you to the entrance. William has a lot on his plate right now.”

Cassandra knew she was no match for Tyler. Seniority by age was something he didn’t care for. He wouldn’t hold back even in the face of his father.

After Cassandra and Samantha left, Tyler said to Jim, “You guys talk. I’m heading out for a smoke.”

He walked to the corridor and lowered his head to pull out a cigarette with his lips. Yale stood by his side, lighting the cigarette with his lighter.

Tyler held the cigarette between two fingers, taking a long drag before casting a glance at the door to Rachel’s ward.

“How are the investigations going?”

“Someone may be after Ms. Lloyd’s life. A man disguised as a doctor tried to inject something into her. As for whether he succeeded and how Ms. Lloyd is right now, I haven’t found out yet,” Yale replied.

Tyler rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sculpted forearms with bulging veins. He glanced coldly at Yale, his aura so imposing it felt like waves crashing against Yale.

“You spent so much time investigating, and you’re telling me now that you don’t even know whether she’s alive or not?!” he snapped.

Yale lowered his head meekly.

“Mr. Hunt, the…the surveillance camera footage was destroyed. I only found out what I know from a doctor. He said William bribed him to keep his mouth shut and not leak information about this murder attempt.”

“William is talented at shirking responsibility. He’s worried that if Rachel dies, the Lewis family might come under fire for it,” Tyler snarled. “Go on investigating! You’d better find her, even if it means searching every corner of Yurelia City!”

“Yes, sir!” Yale then asked cautiously, “What if something bad really happened to Ms. Lloyd?”

It was a sensitive question, but Yale had to ask. They were dealing with a premeditated murder, after all.

Even if the syringe found on the floor was empty, it didn’t mean the substance inside had been injected into Rachel. Similarly, it also didn’t suffice as proof that she was still alive.