Chapter 274

“Look, this side of the pond belongs to Preston, not Kieran. Only Preston could’ve convinced me to make this trek,” Neil quipped, raising an eyebrow towards Freya. “What, Preston didn’t spill the beans to Ms. Dawson?”

“I… I haven’t heard a peep.”

Since her injury, Preston hadn’t shown his face even once. How could she have guessed that Preston had gone so far as to hire a professional medical team for her?

“Alright, time to shoot,” Neil said, his tone shifting to a more professional demeanor. After Freya cooperated with the filming, Neil escorted her out.

Shortly after, Neil delved into a deep discussion with the expert team.

Meanwhile, Freya quietly took out her phone, opening her chat with Preston. But seeing their sparse conversation, she hesitated. It was Preston’s orders that led to the Harwood family being targeted, ultimately causing her injury. By that logic, Preston shared part of the blame.

Yeah. That must be why he specifically brought Neil in.

With that thought, Freya pocketed her phone again. Her harsh past had taught her not to be too self-absorbed. She once believed Kieran’s marriage proposal meant he had feelings for her, only to face a tragic outcome. This time, Freya decided to learn from her past. If Preston wasn’t bringing it up, she’d act as if she was in the dark. When the information eventually leaked, that’s when she’d apologize to Preston.

Jarrett, observing Freya’s internal struggle yet clueless about its nature, cast her yet another perplexed look. Ms. Dawson had been acting rather oddly lately.

Initially, Jarrett thought Freya’s recent coldness towards Mr. Sutton was just for show. But after spending a few days together, it was clear to him that Ms. Dawson genuinely disliked Mr. Sutton.

How quickly things change from top to bottom!

“We’ve nearly wrapped up our discussion. Ms. Dawson’s hand does look a bit gruesome, but with proper rest and rehabilitation, it should heal in no more than three months,” Neil explained.

“That long?” Freya frowned, then asked, “I have a crucial exam in nine days. Will I be able to write?”

“Can you write now?” Neil countered.

Freya thought for a moment. “If I don’t strain it, yes, but after a while, it gets sore, stiff, and a bit painful.”

“That settles it,” Neil declared. “You’re in the recovery phase. I wouldn’t recommend a lot of writing; it’ll just tire out your hand. And given that the final exams at Summit University last three days, and you’ll have to write a lot, I personally wouldn’t advise it.”

Hearing Neil mention Summit University, Jarrett sensed something was amiss. How could a doctor from overseas know Ms. Dawson was at Summit University? This prompted Jarrett to consider reporting to Kieran. But recalling Kieran’s call from the previous night, instructing him not to bother him with Ms. Dawson’s matters, Jarrett hesitated.

To report, or not to report?

“But this exam is crucial for me. Can I use my left hand?” Freya inquired. “I’ve heard you doctors have nimble hands, adept with both left and right. Could you share some techniques?”