Chapter 45

Chapter45 Prank

Ever since Marissa recognized the complete disconnection between herself and Bryson, even a fleeting glimpse of him irritated her profoundly.

The doctor observed Marissa's silhouette fading into the distance, his eyes narrowing subtly behind his spectacles.

Jenna, stunned by Marissa's indifferent attitude,glanced toward where she had departed, then at Bryson. She felt slighted, prompting her to yell sharply, "Bryson! Look at her arrogance! She is not right for you at all. So it's fortunate the Fletchers found their real daughter. With that attitude, she would struggle to find anyone willing to marry her!"

Her voice pierced the air, shrill and cutting,but Bryson's disapproving glance met her outburst,making her realize she had lost her composure.

Flustered, she tried to brush it off, saying, "Sorry,I'm just in a bad mood."

Yet, her face still betrayed her irritation with Marissa, shocked that she had dismissed her so publicly. Jenna knew the truth-that Marissa had been Bryson's caretaker after he lost his sight and hearing-but she deliberately kept it from him.

Therefore, the shift from Marissa's former warmth and deference to her sudden disregard left Jenna deeply unsettled.

The doctors stayed silent, aware that Jenna's claims didn't align with reality, their exchanged glances buzzing with curiosity and whispers of gossip.

One murmured, "I think Mr. Hardy abandoned her."

Another countered, "No, it seems there's more to the story-the woman who just left isn't the Fletchers' real daughter."

Their chatter grew louder until a colleague turned,sternly warning, "Concentrate on your tasks, not irrelevant chatter during work hours."

Instantly,they fell silent.

Jenna,under her breath, muttered, "That bitch is infuriating!" Her face contorted with resentment.

Bryson frowned, wondering whether Marissa had come to see him.

Did Evelina tip her off that he was at the hospital? Somehow, Jenna seemed far more familiar with Marissa than with Evelina, which struck Bryson as odd.

What exactly was happening?

Bryson sensed his family and Evelina were hiding something from him.

Evelina fumbled through their residence as if it were foreign, often relying on servants to locate items.

Marissa, on the other hand, perplexed him even more.

As the adopted daughter of the Fletcher family, she was described by Evelina as a caring sister. Her dramatic outburst at the wedding, claiming to be his fiancée, was shocking.

Even if it meant as a jest, it was excessive.

And Bryson was sure Evelina had been the one attending to him all through his blindness.

Yet, each time he recalled Marissa's disappointed gaze, a pang of loss gripped him, as if something vital was fading with her absence.

Just now, his heart lurched when Marissa appeared, the moment striking him as oddly familiar. Her silent exit left his expression darkening.

He had expected her to storm over, tearfufly demanding answers as she had at the wedding.Instead, she merely glanced at him and departed.

Was she in some kind of trouble, seeking his help?

Recalling Susanna's remarks from the wedding,Bryson summoned his new assistant. "Dunbar."

"Mr. Hardy, what can I do for you?" Dunbar Lewis inquired, hurrying over, anxious not to miss a word from his new employer.

Bryson's eyes gradually drifted from the path Marissa had taken, his voice icy as he instructed,"Start digging into Marissa's background right away. Find out who her birth parents are and what's the deal with the man they set her up with."

Dunbar,caught off guard, frowned in confusion.

Newly assigned to Bryson, he was still uInfamiliar with his boss' personal affairs and the people in his orbit, but he promptly responded, "Understood."

As Bryson trailed the doctors to the office,thoughts of Marissa lingered in his mind.

Bryson found it impossible to ignore Marissa now that she was in distress, especially since he knew she had feelings for him. Marissa had just crossed paths with Bryson at the hospital and plotted a prank against him.

Having ridden in the Hardy family's car countless times, she could recite its license plate from memory.

With no attempt to conceal her actions, she approached the vehicle's tire and knelt beside it.