Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 760 A Thorough Plastic Surgery

"Sure I won't leave." The woman nodded, looking panicked.

Ben turned his head away and stared at the door of the emergency room, waiting for his boss to come out.

The police officer had left the hospital for the accident scene.

He knew there would not be a settlement until Jared came to his consciousness, so he did not need to stay.

If there was no settlement, he would just take whoever was responsible to the police station for following legal procedures.

"Oh, right, sir." Suddenly the woman wheeled her chair to Ben.

With a frosty look, Ben turned to her and said, "What now?"

"Just one question." The woman's eyes lighted up and asked curiously, "Was it his girlfriend that you called when we were in the car?"

She glimpsed at the emergency room.

Ben's eyebrows were tightly knitted. "What are you asking that for?"

Dropping her eyes, she said with a timid smile, "Nothing. I'm just curious."

"Huh," Ben sniffed ruthlessly, "If you have time for that, you should be more curious about what will happen to you."

With that Ben turned his head back to the emergency room, without saying another word to her.

The woman was then clenching her hands on the arms of the wheelchair. With the timidity fading out of her face, she took on a perverted and icy expression on her face and glared at Ben viciously. But it didn't take long before she recovered herself, lowered her head, and kept quiet again.

Solemnity reigned while the hall was silent.

After some time, the door of the ER opened.

Ben rose to his feet as soon as he heard the door open and rushed toward it.

Following behind him, the woman wheeled her vehicle.

Elias emerged from the room, taking off his mask.

Ben stopped him as he was to ask about Jared's situation.

The woman beside him, however, spoke before he could say anything, "How is he doing?"

Ben frowned and gave the woman a cold look, seemingly aggravated by her conduct.

But he repressed his anger thinking that she had asked his question.

Elias looked down at the questioner with a blaze flashing across the eyes behind his golden framed glasses. "Who are you?" he asked.

The woman hung her head and said awkwardly, "I was the one who caused the accident and hurt this sir."

Elias's face darkened. The eyes upon her showed no tinge of emotion. "So it was you who put Mr. Farrell through this."

"I was..." The woman hung her head even lower.

Elias squinted his eyes. "I wouldn't have cared about this if it had happened in the past. I wouldn't have blinked my eye. But now it's different, that man is important to someone I care about. She is gonna feel sad now that he is injured, so what are you gonna..."

"There, enough, Dr. Lansdale," Ben interrupted him impatiently, "I understand that you want to stand up for Miss Reed, but it's not the time for that yet. What matters now is how Mr. Farrell is faring. You can deal with the woman however you like when he gets better."

Sure, Ben was only bluffing.

It would be a bad idea to let Dr. Lansdale deal with the woman.

He was a pervert, after all, God knew what would have become of her.

"Huh, however I like?" Elias raised his eyebrow with an interested look.

Ben glimpsed at the woman whose face was ashy and slightly nodded, "Yes."

"What are you talking about?" The woman's eyes widened in amazement, red with tears. "How can you just let me deal with some random guy? Yes, I was the one who's responsible for your boss's injury, but it's not like I did it on purpose. You know it's illegal for you to do that."

Ben did not look at her, pretending he hadn't heard her.

Elias spun the scalpel between his fingers, eyeing the woman excitedly from head to toe, "You've had your face done pretty well."

"What?" Ben was too shocked to catch on to the remark.

The woman's face turned pale as her brow sweated.

Intuitively, she wheeled her chair back away enough to keep a distance from Elias, with veins popping out from her grim grip on the arms of the wheelchair.

The man could tell it was a plastic face right away!

Ignoring Ben, Elias slightly raised his eyebrow as he saw the woman shrink back with a terrified look. "Why did you shrink back? Plastic surgery is an ordinary thing to do. Why did you seem so terrified when I said that about you?"

Feeling her back stiff, she realized that she had overacted. With eyes lowered to conceal her uneasiness, she twitched the corner of her mouth to force a smile and said, "That's very funny, sir. I'm not afraid. I just don't like people to point it out in public. As a woman, I like to tell others that I was born like this and it's natural to feel offended when people say that out loud in public."

"Well," Elias raised his chin, seeming to believe what had been said, and then rested his eyes on her legs, "Not just your face. Your legs have been lengthened and they are still under recovery, which is why you have to sit in a wheelchair. You have had your face and your legs done, and I can see there was a lot of work on your face. The bone has been shaved a great deal, and the legs have been lengthened, which is why your calves are uncoordinated. You won't be able to run, jump or even make expressive faces, just like a fragile doll. You were cruel to yourself."

As the speech progressed, Elias became all the more interested in the woman he was looking at. "Well, I have seen quite some people with cosmetic surgery, man, woman, old and young, but none of them would have done it so thoroughly as you do. As a doctor myself, I can't even tell what you could have looked like before your surgery. I am now really interested in you. I am just wondering what would have made you do this to yourself?"

Ben looked at her in shock, thinking she had indeed treated herself with great cruelty.

Although he didn't know much about plastic surgery, he did know what height surgery meant.

Because he knew someone from primary school who had been born with handicapped legs, with one shorter than the other. To make them the same length, he got a height surgery that cut the bone in his calves and implanted artificial bone or a surgical steel pipe to lengthen the legs.

Anyway, it was an excruciating surgery that few would go for.

The woman must have been cruel to herself to venture it.

She felt chill sent down her back with the idea that the doctor knew everything just the moment he saw her that her face and leg were remade.

Did the man's eyes see through everything?

It's incredible that he discerned all that through his naked eyes.

Meanwhile, she was furious.

Why did he have to say it as soon as he saw it? What if they became suspicious.☐☐☐☐