Room 302 of Hopedale Hospital in Akloit.
The room was crowded, with Dr. Eddie, the attending physician, accompanied by two nurses examining his sister.
As the grandfather, Leandro stood at the foot of the bed, tears of joy streaming down his face.
Outside the room stood two stoic soldiers, both sent by Iker.
Since the assassination attempt that night, Kate’s safety had been included in the protection plan.
In addition to the guards sent by Iker, Glenn had also hired a bodyguard to provide double protection, allowing her to recover peacefully during this time.
When Cheyenne arrived, she found a group of paparazzi journalists who had somehow caught wind of the news, blocking the hallway with their cameras.
She almost got squished with Cierra.
Despite the chaos, the journalists were eager to get to the door to take pictures. “Can we interview Miss Zamora?” they asked.
“Yeah, we heard Miss Zamora was critically ill a few days ago. Has her condition improved? Are there any lasting effects?”
“Will the Zamora family sue the Chambers family over the recent fight? Is there a connection between Miss Zamora’s missing child and the fight between her and Miss Chambers?”
…
As the hospital director, Cheyenne was naturally infuriated by the scene.
She blocked the camera lens of one of the journalists with a look of disgust on her cold and beautiful face. “Please leave here as soon as possible and do not disturb the patient’s rest.”
“In a hospital, it is a basic courtesy not to cause a commotion.”
Their disturbance in the hallway not only affected Kate but also other patients in the ward.
Cheyenne was very displeased. Who let them in?
Even after her warning, one short-haired female journalist had the audacity to challenge her.
“Who are you?”
“We are here to interview Miss Kate Zamora, not you. We just need ten minutes, ten minutes… we’ll leave after asking our questions!”
She led the way, and other journalists also requested interviews with Kate, saying five minutes or ten minutes would suffice.
Cheyenne chuckled sarcastically; she hadn’t encountered such a situation in many years and was unsure whether to applaud their dedication.
“It doesn’t matter who I am, you need to understand that your actions constitute illegal behavior.”
“Security, get them out!”
As Cheyenne’s words fell, several security personnel in uniform with batons rushed over and stood in front of her.
“Director, you… you’re here for work.”
The speaker appeared to be in his forties. Cheyenne remembered him as the newly appointed head of security, so she immediately reprimanded him.
“What kind of business are you doing? How did paparazzi get in here?”
“What if they accidentally capture the patient’s privacy or the lab’s confidential information?”
The middle-aged security chief, feeling guilty, apologized repeatedly, “Miss Lawrence, I know I was wrong. It was negligence on our security department’s part.”
These people were just too cunning; they were all dressed casually and didn’t have cameras hanging visibly around their necks.
He had assumed they were from some department here for a health inspection.
The hospital cooperated with government units in the city, providing a free annual health check-up opportunity.
Cheyenne no longer wasted time with them and bluntly threatened, “I’ll give you three seconds… If you’re still here in three seconds, I’m calling the cops.”
“You will be arrested for leaking patient personal information and stealing the nation’s top secrets.”
With the dual crime, you’d be looking at least ten years behind bars.
Indeed, some people started to feel the fear, and they quickly put away their cameras and turned to run.
What was once a bustling crowd now dwindled down to half, with only the short-haired female reporter who had just challenged Cheyenne earlier remaining.
As Cheyenne glanced at her, the reporter straightened her posture, raised her chin proudly, and glared back.
“Don’t let this woman deceive you. We are legitimate journalists.”
“Reporting on the fight that landed Kate, the heiress of the Zamora family and wife of Master Glenn, and Juliana, the heiress of the Chambers family is a part of legitimate news coverage.”
“Some people bluster and think we’ll back down with a few words, pretending to be someone they’re not. Are they even real journalists?”
…
Her brainwashing words seemed to toughen the attitudes of these people.
Cheyenne sneered dismissively, “Pretending to be someone you’re not? Do you even know who I am?”
The short-haired reporter thought of herself as a fearless and honest person and bristled with pride.
“I don’t care who you are. Claiming national security secrets, do you think you’re a scientist or a head of state?”
“Even the President undergoes public scrutiny once a month.”
The so-called scrutiny was just a press conference where questions and discussions from various sectors of society were allowed.
Cheyenne gave her a compassionate look and remained silent.
Just then, Sean along with a doctor and many interns approached Cheyenne from the other end of the corridor and greeted her in unison.
“Director, you’re back!”
The word “Director” imprinted in the mind, causing the short-haired reporter’s face to turn pale in fear.
The people behind her were filled with regret!
Before them stood Cheyenne, dressed in a pink hoodie and white pleated skirt, looking like a college girl, was the hospital’s director!
Cheyenne glanced at Sean, noticing his somewhat tired appearance after not seeing him for a few days.
“Yeah, I’m back to check on Kate.”
“Director, how’s your foot feeling?”
“By the way, Director, is this young lady your daughter? She’s really cute. Little girl… say uncle.”
Cierra was indeed as popular as ever. Since this was not a suitable place for conversation and Cheyenne had other matters to attend to, she handed her daughter over to Sean.
“Can you watch her for me? I’ll come get her later.”
Cierra was willing to play with her little uncle.
However, Sean, who had never taken care of a child before, was a bit flustered and quickly spread out his arms to catch the child securely.
Wasn’t the big sister’s behavior a little too rude? She just pushed Cierra over. What if he hadn’t caught Cierra and she fell?
Cierra clung to her little uncle’s hand and mischievously winked at him cutely.
“Uncle, carry me!”
“Alright, alright.”
Holding the fragrant and soft little niece in his arms, Sean instantly became the envy of his classmates. All of them wished they could replace him in holding the little girl.
Wherever he went, the interns who were working with him followed suit.