Chapter 392
Snatched A Billionaire To Be My Husband by Shabi's pen
Chapter 392 Posthumous Photo âMrs. Flora Lane, can you help me?â
Jane brought some pastries to Flora, but this time she was careful and didnât buy any with mango ingredients.
Looking at those pastries, Flora was very happy.
âJane, donât be so polite to me. If you need my help, just askâ
She would be discharged from the hospital soon, and Jane was so close to her that she really felt that her life was getting better and better.
1/2 âActually, Dr. Lane didnât pay your hospitalization fees recently, and I was the one who paid for it. So I hope you can record a voice or video so Dr. Lane can take on this responsibility as soon as possible.â
Jane initially thought that Flora would definitely agree. After all, these responsibilities belonged to Cora, and Flora would feel embarrassed if an outsider shouldered these responsibilities.
Unexpectedly, Flora said, âI will definitely help you with other things, but not with this.â
Janeâs smile disappeared immediately.
âWhy? Are you afraid that these expenses will drag down Dr. Lane? It wonât. Now Dr. Lane is with Byron, and she has plenty of money. You canât let her not bear the obligations and responsibility that children should have for your own selfishness.â
âIâm not afraid of dragging her down. Iâm afraid of hurting you!â
Floraâs words made Jane feel ridiculous.
âWhatâs your logic? Are you afraid youâll hurt me and still let me bear your medical expenses? Do you think Iâm a fool?â
âJane, I know itâs absurd to explain this way, but itâs the truth. You should be obedient, and donât mess up with Cora now, or she may really ruin you.â
Flora also said, âAs for the expenses of my treatment, I will find a job after I leave the hospital, and I will definitely return all the money to you in my lifetime.â
At this point in the conversation, Jane felt that letting Flora help would not work, so she went directly to the hospitalâs payment records...
A short post accusing a female doctor of worshiping money and marrying a rich man, but disregarding her own motherâs life, was quickly discussed under the recommendation of several famous influencers.
Enthusiastic netizens also used human flesh to find this goldâworshiping female doctor, Cora, who was currently a rotating doctor in the First Hospital.
At noon that day, Cora received an errand mail.
âI didnât buy anything. It shouldnât be mine.â
Cora looked at the kraft paper bag in the hand of the errand runner and had a bad feeling.
âIs your name Cora? Is this number yours?â
The errand runner asked her, pointing to the bill.
âThatâs indeed my name and my number. But I didnât buy anything.â
During the period of hospitalization, Byron helped her arrange things properly and asked Carter to buy anything she needed.
As for fruit snacks and the like, they were usually brought by the Hansen elders when they came to see Cora.
She had no needs, so she even spent less time looking at her mobile phone during this period.
Chapter 392 Posthumous Photo LIL But the errand runner said, âItâs yours. Itâs right. You can keep it first. I still have a lot of orders to deliver, and they will charge me if I am late.â
Seeing that the errand runner was really in a hurry, Cora had no choice but to take the package.
Byron happened to be off work and brought lunch for Cora.
Seeing the delivery guy walk out from her, he said, âJust tell me what you want to eat. There is no need to find someone to buy it.â
âI didnât buy anything and didnât know if someone sent it by mistake.â
Cora looked at the receipt attached to the bag and muttered again, âBut it has my name and number on it, and it doesnât feel like it was sent by mistake. Forget it. Iâll open it and have a lookâ
Byron didnât pay much attention and helped her unpack the lunch in the small living room outside the ward suite.
But halfway through the unpacking, he suddenly heard something fall to the ground, and there was a bang and fragmented sound.
He hurriedly rushed back to Coraâs ward and saw that she was in a trance.
And what fell on the ground was a black and white posthumous photo printed of Cora, and the glass of the photo frame had been broken all over the place....
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