Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband
Chapter 183 For Her

Chapter 183 For Her

"A breakup gift?" Clutching the necklace on her neck, Cora held back her tears and half-jokinglyasked.

"Humph."

Byron ignored her almost-provoking words and took out matching earrings and a bracelet fromanother velvet box, proceeding to dress her with meticulous care.

Cora couldn't quite figure out what the man was up to with all the jewelry, so she could only watchsilently.

While examining the bracelet on her wrist, she couldn't help but ask, "Are the bracelet and thatanklet made from the same ruby?"

"Yes, and they are designed by the same designer.”

Finishing adorning her with the jewelry, Byron adjusted her long hair and appraised her. "Tsk, youlook stunning with these.”

Unsure if he was just flirting, Cora felt her cheeks involuntarily flush.

She wanted to remove the earrings, saying, "Give these to your fiancée. I don't want them.”However, Byron caught her hand. "Rubies don't fit her. These won't look good on her."

Just as Cora was about to refute, he said, "This jewelry set is unique, created by Mrs. Sheldon.Yesterday, I went to the West Coast International Jewelry Show just to complete this set for you."Cora froze for a moment.

He seemed to be indirectly explaining that the media's report was inaccurate. He hadn't attendedthe jewelry show with Jane to select wedding jewelry but to get her a gift.

After some internal struggle, Cora said, "Thank you."

"Rather than your appreciation, I hope you wear them."

The red gemstones perfectly accentuated her beauty.

Moreover, he wanted to leave his exclusive mark on her through these items.

"I work at the hospital. It's inconvenient to wear these.”

Women loved jewelry, but she often had to wear gloves and other protective gear at the hospital,which the accessories could easily damage.

But Byron said, "What about the anklet? It won't affect your work."

Thus, from this day onwards, the anklet was always around Cora's ankle.

Near Christmas, most people started their holidays.

As a result, the emergency room was unusually crowded these days.

Some people suffered from acute gastroenteritis due to holiday indulgence, while others gotinvolved in fights after drinking or car accidents during outings...

In short, Cora and other medical staff in the emergency room were incredibly busy.

Just as Cora finished examining a patient, a nurse rushed over to her. "Dr. Lane, there's a patient inRoom 808 in the Neurology Department requesting your attention.”

"Neurology? Alright, I'll go over in a moment.”

Many patients were transferred from the emergency room to other departments.

Some patients still sought advice from Cora regarding their follow-up treatment after beingtransferred.

So Cora didn't think much about it and quickly made her way to Room 808 in the NeurologyDepartment.

But she didn't expect to replace Lydia in the ward.

Moreover, Lydia was put on a drip in a hospital gown.

She looked noticeably older without all the extravagant clothing and accessories, with more wrinklesaround her eyes.

"Is it Mrs. Lydia Hansen? What can I do for you?"

Cora promptly put on a professional facade and stood by Lydia's bed. As a habit, she flippedthrough Lydia's medical records nearby.

Upon seeing the records, Lydia was slightly taken aback. Lydia had suffered from a cerebralhemorrhage, arriving in a coma.

Fortunately, prompt treatment had saved her life, and she had regained some motor function.But currently, she still required further treatment with medication to consolidate her recovery.Despite her dangerous condition, Lydia hadn't changed her attitude. With her aged face and acerbictone, she sarcastically retorted, "Why do you ask knowingly, you bitch?"