You Are My Mr Right

The doctor looked deeply apologetic and expressed his regret, “We did everything we could, but her injuries were too severe…”

Evan’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively looked at Elijah, whose face was tense, his features like a straight line, on the brink of exploding.

“Mr Silverton…”

“Are you joking with me?” Elijah’s voice was low, heavy, as if it was seeping out from his chest.

The doctor spoke with genuine fear, “We wouldn’t dare to joke about something like this.”

Elijah refused to believe it, but the doctor’s words landed so clearly in his ears. His neck remained stiff, his Adam’s apple moving up and down.

“Mr Silverton, please calm down.” Evan attempted to persuade him.

However, Elijah didn’t calm down because of his words. This was probably the moment when Elijah was least composed. He took big strides forward, but when he reached the door of the operating room, he stopped in his tracks, his legs feeling like they were made of lead.

The doors to the operating room were open. The doctors responsible for the surgery were lined up by the operating table, their heads lowered. They all remained silent. Leading the team was Sivin Peters, who, like the others, kept his head down and didn’t initiate any conversation. Silence was best at times like this.

She was lying on the operating table was a body, with tubes still attached. Elijah could see her clearly from the doorway. Her face was unrecognizable, severely burned. Elijah’s eyes turned bloodshot, he refused to believe that the person lying there was Freya.

He sneered, “You’re trying to deceive me by using a fake body?”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Sivin Peters, who was keeping his head down, felt a sudden jolt in his heart. How did he figure it out?

Sivin looked up and saw Elijah desperately trying to hide his panicked gaze. It wasn’t that he had realized it wasn’t Freya, but rather that he refused to admit the fact that she was already dead, deceiving himself.

Sivin Peters gathered his courage and spoke up, “We did everything we could, but she suffered from a blast injury. We couldn’t save her…”

Elijah shot him a piercing look, sharp as a knife, as if capable of killing. “Isn’t it because of your incompetence?”

Sivin didn’t dare to defend himself. Arguing with him at this moment would only make things worse, beyond repair. Elijah’s sharp gaze swept over each doctor. He approached the operating table. At that moment, a completely disfigured face caught his eye. His breath stopped; it felt suffocating in that moment.

His body trembled, stiffened.

No, it couldn’t be her.

He told himself. He refused to believe it.

Elijah lifted the blue surgical drape covering the body. He remembered there was a red birthmark on Freya’s right shoulder. He lifted it, but he didn’t see the birthmark on the shoulder. The shoulder of this body was burned, and the birthmark couldn’t be seen anymore. He couldn’t determine.

Evan was afraid that Elijah would lose control and do something to these doctors. Even though he knew Elijah’s temper wouldn’t be good at this moment, he still came up under pressure and said, “None of us wanted to see such an accident happen, but it has. There are still many things that require your decision, such as how to handle Thorne?”

He tried to divert Elijah’s attention. Little did he know that at this moment, Elijah had already lost his usual composure and calmness. The man who used to be strategic and composed seemed to have disappeared.

“Kill him.” Elijah said it with extreme lack of composure.

Evan gasped, realizing that these were not words the old Elijah would say. Even if they wanted to get rid of Thorne, there had to be a reasonable and legal way to make him pay. Taking someone’s life privately was a violation of the law.

“Perhaps we can torture him in other ways.” Evan suggested.

But Elijah didn’t follow the outcome he expected.

“Get out. All of you.” Elijah said in a low voice.

“Mr Silverton…” Evan was worried.

“Get out!”