CHAPTER 194: CHAPTER 194: DOCTOR: YOU MUST... EXERCISE RESTRAINT RECENTLY

"Did I scare you?" Jared asked.

"It’s almost nine o’clock. Didn’t you go to the office?"

Juliana quickly steadied her breath.

Jared smiled, "Father said to wait until I’m fully recovered before returning to work."

Implying, he’s to wait until his memory is back to normal.

"Don’t you want to get better soon?" Juliana asked, following his lead.

Jared leaned leisurely against the door, "With Adrian working hard for us, it doesn’t hurt to rest for a while."

Juliana appeared calm, but her heart sank slightly.

Even though Victor acknowledged Adrian, it was clear he valued Jared, his legitimate son, more.

Like the family dinner last night, Adrian wasn’t even invited, let alone involved in the Langley Family’s core matters.

And Jared should know all about the family’s background and past secrets, provided his memories aren’t scrambled...

"Juliana?" Jared called her back to reality, "Is your cold any better?"

Juliana was about to answer when the butler hurried over, looking troubled, "Young Master, Secretary Shepherd is here, downstairs, but Second Master hasn’t gotten up, and his phone is unreachable, and there’s no response to knocks. What should we do?"

Jared frowned immediately, "Uncle didn’t stay at the hospital after taking Isabelle there?"

Juliana suddenly felt uneasy.

"Secretary Shepherd said he returned late in the night," the butler replied.

Juliana’s anxiety eased.

Jared nodded but his expression turned serious.

"What’s going on? Uncle is usually very disciplined, no matter how late he sleeps, he never wakes up late."

He said this and strode toward Elias’s room.

The butler hurried to keep up, "I heard a flu virus is going around recently; it can cause fainting or, in severe cases, respiratory failure. You know, without Second Master’s permission, no one can get in to have a look at his room. The last one who barged in ended up with a level three disability..."

Juliana frowned, looking at the tightly closed double redwood doors at the end of the hallway.

Remembering someone’s tireless handwriting exercises from last night.

An absurd yet seemingly reasonable thought popped into her head.

Could it be that he’s unconscious from kidney exhaustion after excessive exercise?

By this time, Jared had already reached the door of Elias’s room.

He paused and looked at the butler, "This is urgent! What if Uncle has had an accident inside? Pull the door!"

"Young Master!" The butler, appearing decrepit, said, "I’m almost forty-five, my back and knees are weak, it’s hard enough to get in bed, let alone kick a door down."

Jared was momentarily speechless but was about to retort when Juliana took out her phone.

"Call an ambulance. Leave the professional work to the professionals, and let them handle the job of breaking down the door."

She said while dialing the number.

Jared wanted to stop her, but Juliana had already given the address.

The butler looked at Juliana as if he were looking at a living Bodhisattva, compassionate and understanding.

"Juliana, wouldn’t this embarrass Uncle?" Jared reminded.

Juliana suddenly realized, but quickly thought of a solution.

"That’s simple!"

A dozen minutes later.

Elias was startled awake by the sound of the door being kicked open.

As he opened his eyes, a blue cloth covered him...

In his thirty-odd years, it was the first time Elias was wrapped like a rice dumpling and rushed to the emergency room.

After some examination, he was moved to a VIP ward.

The doctor gently stated, "We suspect he has a condition of excessive sympathetic nervous system excitement, caused by overwork, accompanied by severe lactic acidosis and... a mild cold."

Jared listened in bewilderment, "So, what exactly is the illness?"

The doctor paused and diplomatically replied, "In layman’s terms, it’s suggested the patient should... exercise restraint for now."

So last night, did Uncle play the sacrificial role of Isabelle’s "antidote"?

Jared’s eyes widened, envisioning an action movie in his mind.

"Do I have an aunt now?" he blurted out.

From the hospital bed, the exhausted man opened his eyes, "Get out!"

"Family members, please sign the admission papers," the doctor said.

Jared rubbed his nose, reluctantly turning away to sign the papers.

Just as he turned his back, Elias’s fingers slipped out from under the blanket, hooking onto Juliana’s little finger standing beside the bed.

Juliana’s heart skipped a beat, and without thinking, she slapped his hand back with a sharp and quick motion.

At that moment, Jared turned around after signing, "What was that sound?"

Juliana turned to see the subdued Elias, "Was it Uncle who made that sound?"

Elias wore a grim expression, and seeing his displeasure, Jared quickly said, "With Secretary Shepherd here, we shouldn’t disturb Uncle.

Juliana nodded and lightly walked over, taking his arm.

"You’re right. Not only is Secretary Shepherd around, but Miss Sinclair might also be next door. It’s none of our business; let’s go."

Jared was taken aback by her sudden intimacy but nodded instinctively.

Juliana didn’t glance again at the man on the hospital bed, wrapping her arm around her fiancé’s, leaving without looking back.

Elias’s eyes momentarily darkened as Quinn Shepherd entered, bowing slightly, "Boss, Miss Sinclair is awake and has been crying. How should we handle it?"

Without hesitation, Elias said, "Personally return to Kingsford and hand her and the person who sold her the drug over to Old Mr. Sinclair."

"Old Mr. Sinclair is unforgiving towards wrongdoers, so this is a good approach. But what if Miss Sinclair exposes Miss Jacobs’ existence?"

Elias squinted, "Old Mr. Sinclair values evidence. If she speaks without proof, she’ll gain nothing and damage relations with me. She won’t dare do it."

Quinn nodded, "We previously talked about investigating Miss Jacobs, but we haven’t acquired a hair sample from her. Should we still proceed?"

Elias raised an eyebrow at him, "We’ve been tracking the blood sample from Hospital 547 linked to Miss Sinclair of the Sinclair Family, correct?"

Quinn was momentarily stunned: so they were not investigating Juliana anymore.

Why?

He couldn’t figure it out.

As he pondered, Elias was already getting dressed.

"Boss, you’re still unwell?" he remarked.

"I’m not sick; I just overslept today."

Elias’s tone was calm, but inside he was unsettled.

The woman who clung to him repeatedly last night, after using him, went on to act intimately with someone else.

Thinking she can walk away and shirk responsibility?

No chance!

Tonight, I’ll go and settle this with her.

In the evening, after clocking out from Aetherflame Dynamics, Juliana headed to Mercy Hospital.

Summer Shaw was placed in a solitary intensive care ward.

Juliana donned a sterile gown and chatted with her for a while.

She spoke about the company’s recent project successes and Caleb Shaw’s surprising performance.

At this moment, a tall, lean nurse came to administer medication to Summer.

The nurse adeptly opened the main injection port connected to Summer’s heart.

But due to this action, Juliana instinctively glanced at her face.

Although the nurse wore a mask and her bangs covered part of her eyes, she seemed to sense Juliana’s scrutiny.

The nurse’s movements slightly paused and she too looked over.

The two locked eyes for two seconds.

Juliana expressionlessly asked, "Can you recite the ’Code of Conduct for Medical Staff’?"

Because the code clearly states that a nurse’s bangs should not fall below the eyebrows, indicating that something was amiss.

The nurse’s long lashes trembled, realizing she’d been discovered right as Juliana lunged to seize the syringe from her hand.

"Murder! Help!" she shouted.

Yet the "nurse" reacted with astonishing speed!

Instead of blocking, she swiftly sidestepped, reaching out to strangle Juliana’s neck!

The immense force made Juliana momentarily breathless.

Before she could respond, the attacker pivoted sharply, forcing Juliana’s back against her, and the cold needle pressed against her carotid artery.

"The syringe contains poison. Don’t move."

A distinctly male voice whispered in her ear.