"That''s why I''m back. Byron stared at her. "Finish your meal, and we''ll talk


    Maeve lowered her eyes to hide herplicated thoughts. She then picked up the fork and began eating.


    She was indeed hungry


    She''d only had half a chocte bar since yesterday.


    The table was filled with her favorite dishes. It was clear Byron had specifically asked the chef to make them light and healthy.


    Maeve felt a surge of bittersweet emotion hit her, but she quickly swallowed it down.


    After finishing a bowl of noodles, she put down the fork with a heavy heart.


    "I''m done."


    "Finish the soup. Byron said in a deep voice.


    Maeve looked at the bowl of mushroom soup before her. Although she''d lost her appetite, she obediently sipped until it was gone.


    "You''re too slow." Byron nced at the time on his watch and frowned slightly. "I still have a conference call to take. ?o wait for me in your room.


    Maeve opened her mouth to protest, but he was already pulling out his phone, clearly ready to leave. Frustrated, she threw him a re before heading upstairs. As she climbed, she muttered to herself.


    She was the one eating, not him. Why couldn''t he just talk and let her get on with it?


    Byron was oblivious to her grumbling. He calmly put away his phone and took the other set of stairs up..


    Back in her room, Maeve waited anxiously. It wasn''t long before sleepiness crept over her, and she dozed off by the window,


    Not long after, Byron entered.


    As if he had expected this, he carefully covered her with a nket and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner before turning around to leave. When Maeve woke up, it was already the next morning-


    Rubbing her messy long hair, she sat up. She quickly washed up and went out to look for Byron.


    To her surprise, she bumped into him the moment she went out.


    "I''m sorry, I identally fell asleep yesterday!" Maeve looked frustrated with herself. "I was just so exhausted. I really didn''t mean it...


    In her haste, a fine-sheen of sweat dotted her nose.


    Byron''s gaze flickered. He gulped before saying faintly, "I had business at the office, so I left after you fell asleep. I just got


    back."


    Marve heaved a sigh of relief. "So about that thing you wanted to discuss..."


    Just as he was about to respond, Alexis approached them from the elevator and interrupted him. "Byron, Dr. Chatterly is already at the hospital with your grandfather. Your father wants you there now. Byron was surprised to hear that.


    "I got it." Byron nodded slightly. Suddenly, he thought of something and turned to ask Maeve in a deep voice. "Were you the one who invited him?"


    Maeve nodded.


    "What did you do to make them agree?"


    Maeve wasn''t expecting this question from him. She hesitated liefly before answering leisurely, "Nothing. You know I saved Mr. Chatterly''s life before. He owed me one, so I didn''t have to do anything?" There was no way she was telling Byron she''d nearly sacrificed her hand in the


    He''d only get angry,


    It was better not to tell him.


    e process.


    Byron suspected she was not telling the truth. But with Alexis hurrying him, he decided to let it go for now.


    "The police are investigating the attack on Grandpa. We''ll have answers by tomorrow. As long as you''re innocent, no one cany me on you."


    Byron looked straight at Maeve''s stunned face. His cold voice gradually softened as he said, "Stay home and wait for me."


    With that, he left.


    Maeve stood rooted to the ground. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she almost couldn''t hold them back.


    Not once had he said he believed her.


    Yet, his words wereforting.


    He believed her.


    That was enough.


    Meanwhile, Gilbert was at First Hospital.


    His surgery hadsted for nearly three hours, and he was sent back to the ICU.


    Jaylen stood by the bed with one hand in the pocket of his white coat and the other taking Gilbert''s pulse. He looked as casual as ever. However, no one in the ward dared to underestimate his medical skills.


    After all, Gilbert was his attending doctor. They had witnessed how he saved someone from the brink of death and truly admired him. Some people were just born with a natural gift for this line of work.


    Dr. Chatterly, how long will it take for my father to regain consciousness?" Jason asked urgently.


    "What? Isn''t saving him enough? Now I have to predict when he''ll wake up too?" Jaylen''s eyes were cold.


    Sitting at the top of thepany hierarchy, Jason wasn''t used to anyone talking to him this way, except for Byron.


    However, since he had a favor to ask of Jaylen now, he didn''t want to appear too indifferent.


    "Dr. Chatterly, Mr. Mcdaniel is just worried that his father might experience another critical episode while still unconscious like before, the assistant said with a smile.


    "Are you insulting my medical skills!" Jaylen looked at him.


    The assistant quickly shook his head. "No, no. Of course not! You''ve misunderstood!


    "If you doubt my abilities, you''re free to find someone else." Jaylen scribbled a prescription and tossed it on the table. "Don''t bother me with trivial questions that any quack could answer."


    The attending doctor and the others looked embarrassed.


    For some reason, they felt insulted.


    Jaylen certainly didn''t hold back with his words.


    Ignoring their reactions, Jaylen picked up his medical bag and headed toward the door.


    When he reached the door. Byron, who was wearing a dark trench coat, arrived.


    Their gazes shed in an unspoken battle.


    Byron''s gaze was dark and sharp. It radiated a terrifying aura,


    Meanwhile, Jaylen seemed bored. It was as if everything he saw was no more than an insignificant weed by the roadside.


    In that brief moment, the two men could feel their hostilities toward each other.


    It was as if they were dragons guarding their treasure against the other.


    However, their thoughts quickly disappeared.


    The two of them brushed past each other without a word.


    "Byron, you came just in time," Jason said. "The police have sent over their findings from the scene.


    Byron''s expression froze. "What did they find?"


    Jason''s face darkened. "Based on fingerprints found on the weapon and the music box, as well as the footprints at the scene, they determined that Maeve was the only person with your grandfather when he was injured. Only her fingerprints were found on the knife and music box."


    "The surveince cameras in the hallway on that floor show that she indeed entered the room alone. Your mother and I only arrived afterward."


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    Jason continued, "The evidence is conclusive. She must be the attacker. Byron, she didn''t just harm anyone; she went after your grandfather, our family''s strongest pir."


    "We can''t keep a woman like that in our family. I''ve already sent word to your mother to hand Maeve to the police. But this is not enough. You have to divorce her as soon as possible and cut all ties with her."


    Byron gritted his teeth. His expression turned frigid.


    He remained silent for a long time.


    Just as Jason had said. Alexis wasted no time and had Macve sento the police station after receiving the news.


    Despite Macve''s protests, she had no choice. The security team of the Mcdaniel family was not to be trifled with.


    If such a shocking scandal was leaked to the public, it would be disastrous for the Medaniel Group''s reputation.


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