?<strong>Chapter 923:</strong>


    Lyle remained silent for a moment before saying, “Kylee told you she was fired because of Belinda… But did you ever bother verifying that?”


    Mitchell’s response was instant.


    “Verify? What’s there to verify? You think Kylee would lie to me?”


    Another pause, this one longer. Then, Lyle spoke again.


    “Mitchell, I suggest you investigate this matter first. The truth… may not be as straightforward as you believe.”


    Lyle’s tone turned serious.


    “At the very least, you should hear Belinda’s perspective on the situation…”


    When Mitchell heard Lyle’s words, a deep furrow formed on his brow.


    “Lyle, what’s gotten into you?” he asked.


    “Kylee is family—our own cousin. If we don’t stand by her, are you suggesting we take an outsider’s side instead?”


    Lyle’s response was measured.


    “Just take my advice. Anyway, I have a meeting to attend. I need to hang up now.”


    With that abrupt dismissal, he ended the call, leaving Mitchell staring at the screen in confusion.


    What was going on with Lyle? Something felt off.


    Before he could dwell on it further, his phone rang again, pulling him from his thoughts.


    When he saw the caller ID, a hint of surprise shed across his face before he quickly answered the call.


    The call was from Car.


    “Mitchell, what’s going on between you and Belinda?” Car asked directly.


    Hearing this question again for the second time that day, Mitchell furrowed his brows.


    First Lyle, now Car—why were they both suddenly asking about the matter with Belinda?


    Even though he found it odd, he exined the situation once more, recounting Kylee’s dismissal and his grievances against Belinda.


    “Kylee was fired?” Car eximed, genuine surprisecing her voice.


    Why didn’t she know about this?


    Mitchell said, “Yes! And Belinda is the one to me for that.”


    A thoughtful silence followed, stretching just a second too long.


    “Mitchell,” Car finally said, her voice carrying a note of caution, “don’t act rashly. I’ll look into this myself first.” With that, she ended the call.


    At the Cardiac Surgery Department of the Grand ins General Hospital, Belinda walked through the hospital corridors, her head held high despite the murmurings around her.


    She wasn’t one to care much about gossip, but this time, it was different. Even during patient rounds, she noticed the shift in their behavior. Family members no longer greeted her with their usual demeanor; instead, they all looked at her with fear in their eyes.


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