My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 470

A colleague, who was a bit close to Rachel, suddenly came up to her and hugged her tight. This sudden act of kindness stunned her. She was lost for words.

Her colleague drew a big smile and said, "Well done, Rachel! If that was me in your shoes, I'm afraid I would have just taken the blame for her."

Rachel replied with a faint smile, "You're giving me too much credit. I owe it much to Mr. Zhou. He saw through all the deception and proved that I was innocent."

Rachel left her colleague and went back to her office. She slumped in her chair. Her head felt heavy from all that had happened so she tried to rub her temples. The massage seemed to work and she grew drowsy. When she was about to fall asleep, she heard the door to her office open. She sat up with a jolt. It was James. He slowly walked inside the room and made his way to the sofa. She noted how sagely he looked while walking with his hands behind his back. "Were you a little scared just now?" he muttered as he sat on the sofa, smiling.

Rachel beamed back, "Uncle James, do I really look like a coward to you?"

"No, of course not, my dear." James shook his head in emphasis. He realized how silly that question was, so he changed the topic and said, "I believe you're the only one in this hospital who could have handled it."

"It was not my fault, nor was it my

responsibility. I didn't have to bear the burden,"

Rachel responded playfully while fiddling with the tea cup on the table.

James didn't think more about Rachel's answer. Unbeknownst to him, her thoughts had drifted to Jack. She thought how this was a bad time to think about that man.

After all, their relationship still needed some mending to do. It was up to Jack to choose which woman he wanted to be with. That decision was his own business. She thought to herself that worrying about these things was a big waste of time.

Having noticed that Rachel became unresponsive, James stood up and said with a weary smile, "I think it's getting late. Why don't you grab your things and go back home?"

"Okay."

Earlier that day, the committee ruled in favor of Rachel's innocence and her reputation was restored. The director acknowledged her mistake and this complicated matter was finally settled.

As expected, the director was stripped of her post and was fired from the hospital. On her way out, Rachel passed by the director's office. She caught a glimpse of her sitting at the desk. Her hands were stroking the brass nameplate on the table, as if unwilling to leave.

Quite uncomfortable at the sight, Rachel continued her walk. Suddenly, someone grabbed her by the neck! Completely caught off-guard, Rachel spun around and could only stare at her assailant in horror. Her mouth dropped when she realized that it was the director!

The events happened so fast. The director's hands clutched her neck tighter. Rachel grew afraid at the contorted face of her assailant and at those murderous eyes. Profanities were hurled towards her and her face was now covered in spit.

Having realized the danger she was in, Rachel tried to loosen her attacker's grip but she was just not strong enough. It was getting more difficult to breath. Her eyes grew heavier and heavier. She felt her consciousness fading away.

Meanwhile, several hospital staff witnessed the scene but all were frozen in place. They could ot believe nor understand what was happening before their eyes. Things were quickly getting out of hand.

"Help! Quick! Rachel is going to die!" A scream shattered the silence. Apparently someone realized how purple Rachel's face had become.

And just like that, they scrambled towards the two women. Some people tackled the director and pinned her to the floor. On the other hand, Rachel, already weakened by the pain and lack of air, collapsed on the floor. Fortunately, someone managed to cushion her fall. A small crowd gathered around the poor woman as the director was being taken away.

One of her colleagues cradled her head, gently tapped her on the cheek, and asked, "Are you okay, Rachel? Stay with us. Don't lose consciousness."

Rachel looked at her workmate with unsteady eyes. She opened her mouth. She wanted to assure her that she was still fine but no words came out of her lips. Everything around her was getting blurry. People's faces melded with each other and worried voices turned gibberish. She fainted.

The next thing she knew, she was already lying in bed. A white blanket covered her lower torso. She wondered how long she was passed out. A figure by the foot of the bed caught her attention. She squinted and saw the anxious face of Lea.

Having realized that Rachel was now awake, Lea moved to the side of the bed. She looked at her friend and asked worriedly, "Rachel, are you alright? How are you feeling? Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want me to call in the doctor, now?"

"No, thanks." Rachel struggled to utter these two words. She felt parched. She glanced around, saw the tea cup on the bedside table, and said, "I'm thirsty."

Lea walked to the bedside table, placed a straw in the cup and filled the cup with cold water. Rachel was so thirsty that she finished the cup in just one sip. After that, she felt relief in her throat and her voice gradually returned to normal.

Rachel looked at Lea and asked, "What happened?"

She had no recollection of why she was in bed.