Chapter 295

Angela Johnson could tell just by looking at her that Maria Lewis was blaming herself. She offered lightly, "Don’t beat yourself up. Guys don’t mind a scar or two." "Huh?" Maria blinked, stunned. She made it sound like James Bennett hadn’t been stabbed, more like he just got a mosquito bite. When Angela reached the OR, a surgeon was just finishing the last stitch. After tying the knot, the surgeon let the nurses take over, peeled off his gloves, and nodded toward the hallway, signaling her to chat outside. "How bad is it?" Angela tugged off her surgical cap. "The cut’s deep, but no organs are hit. It’s not too serious." The male doctor pulled off his mask and cap. Same slash—but whether it hit internal organs or not made all the difference. James got lucky, really. Angela’s tone turned firm. "The hospital’s security needs tightening. Station a few people at the fifth-floor stairwell, no letting in anyone suspicious." The surgeon gave a quick "Got it" and left. Though technically just a