Not knowing that her daughter had received many “bribes” behind her back, Cheyenne was now standing in the corridor, coldly watching as the security guards escorted the reporters away.
Especially the female reporter who had challenged her just a moment ago. One second she had been boldly claiming to be a “journalist,” but now she couldn’t even produce her press pass. Her face turned ashen.
Cheyenne disdainfully flicked away nonexistent dust from her sleeve and casually said, “Since you’re pretending to be a journalist to spy on patients’ privacy and leak national secrets, then grab her and take her to the police station.”
“Yes, Director!”
At the command, two burly security guards pressed on the female reporter’s arms, attempting to drag her out. It dawned on her what “fear” truly felt like-after all, everyone knew that Cheyenne was good friends with the chief of police. If she ended up in the station, those two charges she was facing might become reality.
“I’m not a spy! It’s that woman who’s slandering me!”
“What national secrets? How could there be any secrets in a small hospital? It’s all Cheyenne’s nonsense to frame me.”
“I will sue you for abuse of power.”
The sound of synchronized footsteps emanated from the elevator area, drawing everyone’s attention. As they turned around, they saw ten special forces soldiers in green military uniforms, guns holstered at their waists, jogging towards them with precision. The once spacious corridor now felt crowded with their arrival, and an inexplicable chill filled the air.
Subconsciously, the onlookers closed their mouths and held their breath. The damn pressure was just too strong; no one dared to speak.
The soldiers stood in formation in front of Iker. The leader barked, “Salute!”
In perfect unison, the ten soldiers saluted Iker and respectfully declared, “Greetings, General Iker.”
Iker’s icy gaze swept over them. “At ease.”
They assumed the ‘parade rest’ position.
“Very well. Although I have been absent for some time, it’s clear that you haven’t been idle. I’ve called you here for an important task.”
“General Iker, please give us your orders. We will obey without question!”
Iker nodded, his gaze landing mockingly on the female reporter. “Your first task is to-it’s to take this spy to the police station.”
“Yes, mission guaranteed!”
With the intervention of the special forces, the hospital security quickly released the reporter. She turned fearfully to run, but one of the soldiers grabbed her shoulder, executing a swift shoulder throw that slammed her onto the ground.
“Take her away!”
The cold handcuffs snapped shut, rendering the reporter immobile. She was then unceremoniously dragged away as if by a tractor.
“I’m not a spy! You’re engaging in hegemony!”
“Cheyenne colluding with the military, slandering me, I implore everyone to mediate for me!”
Before she could finish her plea, Iker’s sharp gaze shot her way, and one of the soldiers quickly covered her mouth.
“You better behave, don’t make me knock you out and take you away directly.”
They showed no mercy to a female spy who disrupted social stability.
Finally rid of the bothersome woman, Cheyenne sighed in relief and thanked Iker.
“Cheyenne, you don’t have to thank me. Protecting Miss Zamora is also one of our tasks. By the way… that female reporter seemed to be targeting you. I’ll let you know once things are clear.”
“Hmm.”
Cheyenne wasn’t in a rush to address the trouble caused by the female reporter for now. She needed to go in and check on her friend Kate first.
Iker had no intention of going in as he wasn’t familiar with the Zamora family. He decided to wait for Cheyenne by the doorway.
Inside the hospital room, upon seeing Cheyenne’s arrival, Leandro and Eddie took a step back to make room for her.
They had heard the commotion outside the door earlier, but they were focused on examining Kate and didn’t want to be distracted.
Cheyenne helped them drive away those reporters, which relieved them.
“Cheyenne, thank you for earlier.”
Eddie expressed his gratitude to Cheyenne for handling the situation with the reporter while tidying up the medical tools.
A group of reporters who only stirred up trouble and misconstrued facts wouldn’t be of any help to Kate and could affect the patient’s emotions.
Nearly two years had passed, and Eddie couldn’t help but feel a bit sentimental seeing the noticeably more mature young girl in front of him.
More than that, he felt joyful…
She had changed, yet she seemed unchanged.
But he knew that she was still Cheyenne, the girl who shared a profound connection with his sister.
Cheyenne smiled gently, “Eddie, don’t mention it. Even though you’ve gained quite a reputation in the past two years, we are friends. You don’t need to use those formalities with me.”
“Yes, you’re right. I won’t say thank you next time.”
She truly hadn’t changed!
Kate, still not fully recovered, was slightly more alert now. She could hear her brother and Cheyenne talking.
Thinking about how Cheyenne had saved her from the brink of death, Kate was overwhelmed with gratitude and didn’t know how to express it.
Struggling to open her eyes, Kate, with her hand wrapped in medical tape, managed to move it slightly and mustered all her strength to reach out.
She held onto Cheyenne’s small fingers.
This was a small gesture between the two of them, reminiscent of when they used to walk hand in hand back in middle school.
At that time, Cheyenne wasn’t accustomed to being too intimate with others, so she always refused, but Kate, a clingy little sprite, insisted on linking arms with her.
With no other choice, Cheyenne offered her a finger.
“If you want to hold my hand, you can touch just one finger. Is that okay?”
“Okay.”
From then on, whenever they appeared together, they would hold each other’s little fingers to buy water at the cafeteria, go to the restroom together…
Others admired the strong bond between them and even spread rumors behind their backs that they were a couple, citing their fondness for this finger gesture as evidence.
Years later, as Kate repeated the gesture, Cheyenne’s thoughts instantly drifted back to their youth.
Back then, Kate was much livelier than she appeared now. She would laugh heartily, sneakily bring her pulp novels, and trick her into going for barbecue only to lead her to the library.
Unlike the present, where Kate lay barely conscious in bed, red eyes fixed on her!
“Kate.” Cheyenne felt a pang in her heart, reaching out to hold her cold, needle-marked hand. Her hand was bruised too.
Cheyenne realized the suffering she had endured in recent times.
Kate managed a faint, raspy smile and tried to respond with difficulty.
It was clear she had a lot to say, but her current condition didn’t allow her to speak.
“I know what you want to ask. Don’t worry… I’ll find Sasha for you, and Master Glenn is also looking for her.”
Kate suddenly burst into tears, small teardrops rolling down her pale, bloodless cheeks.
The next moment, Cheyenne gently wiped them away.