Chapter 134

“Oh? What kind of danger?” Lindsay arched an eyebrow, amused by the question.
“My sister saw a nurse getting bribed-someone paid her to use a drugged needle on you during your blood test,” Cheryl blurted out in a single breath.
She expected Lindsay to be shocked or at least rattled, but Lindsay’s reaction was almost nonchalant, as if she’d seen this coming.
“Oh, is that all?” Lindsay replied, entirely unruffled.
Her calmness made Cheryl frown. “Wait, you already knew?”
Lindsay nodded. “Yeah. I came to the hospital because I wasn’t feeling well, but I kept my guard up just in case.”
If it hadn’t been for what happened in her past life, maybe she wouldn’t have been so cautious. But because she was, she’d noticed a sharply dressed man whispering with a nurse down the hallway. She’d seen him slip her a check and something small-she couldn’t make out exactly what it was, but her instincts screamed that the nurse had just been bought.
Scanning the patients in the corridor, Lindsay realized none of them seemed like targets worth bribing a nurse for. Except her. So she’d quietly followed the nurse and managed to swap out whatever it was the man had given her.
She kept that tiny object, deciding she’d return it to its original owner once she found out who was behind all this.
“As long as you’re okay.” Cheryl patted her chest in relief, letting out a long sigh. But then she noticed something didn’t add up. “Wait-both you and my sister switched out the nurse’s stuff. So who actually ended up with that thing? Which of you switched it first?”
The question caught Lindsay off guard. Right-if Wendy had swapped it out first, then whatever Lindsay switched would have been what Wendy had already replaced. That would mean the bodyguard’s object ended up with Wendy.
“I switched it at ten-thirty,” Lindsay said, trying to recall the timeline.
“My sister texted me at ten twenty-five,” Cheryl clarified. “I didn’t see it right away because I was busy, but she definitely acted before you.”
“So the thing the bodyguard gave the nurse is with your sister right now. Can you ask her to give it to me? I want to return it to whoever tried to hurt me.”
“Easy. I’ll call her right now.” Cheryl pulled out her phone and dialed Wendy, quickly filling her in.
Wendy’s reply was short and to the point: “Whoever it belonged to in the first place, that’s who it goes back to. Why would I keep something like that? It’s disgusting.”
She might be a psychologist, but she knew a thing or two about drugs. If something was meant to harm someone, it should go right back to the hands that sent it.
It took Cheryl a moment to process, and then she burst out laughing. “Nicely done! That’s my sister. Honestly, when you’re not lovesick, your brain works just fine.” Thıs text ıs hosted at ~net
On the other end, Wendy’s tone grew frosty. “If you can’t say anything nice, just be quiet. Not everyone is as clueless about relationships as you are. I helped your friend. If you can’t thank me, at least don’t get snarky.”
Cheryl had a habit of posting every hangout with Lindsay on Facebook, as if she was afraid the world wouldn’t know how close they were.
“I swear, I wasn’t being sarcastic! I just want the best for you.”
“I’m done listening to your nonsense,” Wendy said, about to hang up when Cheryl’s voice chimed in again.
“Wait, don’t hang up yet! You still haven’t told me-who was behind this whole thing?”