?<strong>Chapter 1090:</strong>


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    Johnson cast a fleeting nce at Catherine, the corners of his lips subtly curling upward. His mood was good.


    The following day,


    Belinda had originally nned to return to the hospital the previous night, but Lucas had stopped her.


    Since Belinda had received the first devastating diagnosis, restful sleep had be a luxury she could no longer afford.


    But now, with the weight of the illness lifted from her shoulders, Belinda could finally rest easy. Lucas had insisted she take the night to rest at home before heading back to the hospital.


    After some thought, Belinda had agreed.


    The morning was uneventful—Belinda and Lucas woke up, got prepared for the day, and finished breakfast. Just as they were about to leave, Lucas’ phone rang.


    It was Gordon calling.


    Whatever was said on the other end of the line made Lucas’ expression darken in an instant.


    A few secondster, he responded in a voiceced with steel, “Take the person to thepany. We’ll be there shortly.”


    Ending the call, he turned to Belinda. “They’ve caught the one responsible for tampering with your test results. We need to go to thepany now.”


    Belinda froze momentarily but quickly nodded, her expression serious. “Alright.”


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    Without wasting another second, they went to Triumph Consortium.


    During the drive, Belinda didn’t ask Lucas about the culprit’s identity.


    Upon arriving, they strode directly into the reception room of the CEO’s office. Soon, Gordon entered, guiding a man inside.


    Belinda’s breath hitched the moment her eyes fell upon the man. Her pupils contracted slightly, a flicker of disbelief shing across her face.


    “Dr. Alvarado?” she called out.


    Standing before them was none other than Diego Alvarado, the director of the Department of Laboratory Medicine at the Grand ins General Hospital.


    Diego’s face was a mask of desperation, his voice trembling as he spoke. “Mr. rk, Dr. Wright, please, I know what I did was wrong! But I was left with no choice!”


    His panic-stricken eyes darted between them as he continued, his words spilling out in a frantic rush. “My son—he’s reckless, a gambler, and on top of that, he was tricked! He owed five million in high-interest loans. They threatened to cut off his right hand if I didn’t pay up within an hour! If that happens, my son will be ruined!”


    A shudder ran through him as he swallowed hard. “I’m just a doctor. Even with my position at the Grand ins General, five million is an impossible sum for me. Then… Then I received a call from an unknown number. The voice on the other end told me that if I did them a favor, the debt would vanish.”


    His face contorted with regret. “All they wanted was for me to personally handle Dr. Wright’s blood test. If the result was negative, they ordered me to switch it to positive. That was it.”


    He paused, scanning Belinda’s and Lucas’s faces before continuing, his voice cracking. “I knew it was wrong. I knew I was making a grave mistake. But as a father… I was left with no choice at that time. My son may be foolish, naive enough to be manipted, but he’s still my child. What was I supposed to do? Dr. Wright, Mr. rk, I beg you—I know I was wrong! Please, forgive me just this once!”


    Tears welled in Diego’s eyes as he broke down.


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