Chapter 203: Chapter 203: You Didn’t Ask
Evelyn Clayton took a deep breath, pressed her lips together, and turned around to walk away.
"Where are you going?"
James Grant’s astonished, cold voice sounded behind her.
Without looking back, she directly got into the car.
"The hospital."
...
The hospital.
Evelyn Clayton and James Grant drove to the hospital where Harrison Grant had previously been admitted.
They found the doctor who had treated Harrison Grant before, wanting to get the hospital records, but were told that it was signed confidential information and would not be unsealed without personal consent.
She frowned her eyebrows: "What about Summer Monroe’s?"
The doctor was unsure of Summer Monroe’s relation to Harrison Grant and pondered for a moment.
"There seems to be this patient’s record, but it’s also confidential information."
Evelyn Clayton’s expression was cold.
Summer Monroe’s records are also confidential, it seems her suspicion was correct.
She was thinking about how to get Summer Monroe’s medical records when suddenly her arm was pulled, forcefully dragged outside.
Looking up, she saw the broad, towering figure of James Grant.
"James Grant, what are you doing?!"
She was dragged out of the doctor’s office by him.
Outside the door, she shook his hand off with a cold face, staring at him, angry: "Are you crazy? We were about to find out, why did you pull me out?"
He lazily crossed his arms in front of his chest, slightly raised his chin, with no anger in his eyes: "Didn’t you hear it’s confidential information? Do you think they’ll give it to you that easily?"
He was right.
Evelyn Clayton was deflated, but still upset with him.
"Then what should we do, just watch?"
James Grant didn’t answer, instead, he took out his phone, made a call, his thin lips casually uttering a few words: "Find Summer Monroe’s medical records, give them to me immediately."
He hung up the phone, but met Evelyn Clayton’s sharp gaze.
She tightened her lips, gritted her teeth, squeezing out a sentence: "So you had a way to get the records all along, and you were just playing riddles with me from the start?!"
James Grant raised a single eyebrow, his captivating handsome face exceptionally alluring, yet infuriatingly helpless.
He shrugged indifferently: "You didn’t ask."
"..."
A burst of blood rushed up, Evelyn Clayton’s eyes were blazing with fire.
She clenched her teeth tightly, stared at his enticing face, and nodded fiercely.
Alright, daring to mess with her, she’d remember it.
A few minutes later, the closed office door opened again.
It was the same doctor, but this time his attitude was completely different.
The doctor handed over the medical records respectfully with both hands: "Sorry, Director Grant, I was abrupt earlier, the records have been found for you, please review them."
Standing in front of Evelyn Clayton, James Grant took the records, turned, and handed them to her.
She glared at him disdainfully, inwardly mocking his pretense, raised her hand to take the records for a look.
The medical records documented all of Summer Monroe’s hospitalization information.
In the records, Evelyn Clayton indeed discovered that every time Summer Monroe was hospitalized coincided with Harrison Grant’s hospitalization.
It seems her suspicion was correct!
Harrison Grant used the excuse of receiving blood transfusions while hospitalized, but in reality transferred her blood to Summer Monroe, who was also hospitalized.
Evelyn Clayton took a photo of the medical record, returned it to the doctor, and turned to leave the hospital with James Grant.
At the hospital entrance, she suddenly stopped and turned around, seemingly having made a decision.
"James Grant, find an excuse to get Summer Monroe to meet up."
James Grant raised an eyebrow at her gaze: "What are you planning to do?"
"Find an opportunity, injure her."
Evelyn Clayton remembered last time, at the photo studio too.
Summer Monroe clearly suffered such severe injuries, yet refused to go to the hospital, her physique must not easily withstand injuries.