Chapter 247 Makes One Want to Take Action
She gritted her teeth and explained to Andrew, "Yes, the situation was chaotic, but I've watched the surveillance footage. That person was standing at the very edge. With all the other people around, no matter how much pushing and shoving there was, he was still several people away from Mr. McCoy.
He clearly targeted him and deliberately pushed Mr. McCoy!"
Andrew naturally believed her, as he had also learned the general situation of the incident.
He consoled her gently, "Don't be angry. I know all this. The videos those reporters took at the scene have also spread online.
I've analyzed it—given where that person was standing, there's no way he could have accidentally bumped into Mr. McCoy.
So he's just being stubborn for now.
We have all the evidence. He can't deny it. Sooner or later, he'll confess.
Also, the higher-ups know about what happened to Mr. McCoy.
The leadership takes this matter very seriously.
They already ordered this afternoon for the investigation to proceed at full speed to get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible.
Mr. McCoy's position at the research institute is secure—no one can shake it.
As for finding the person behind this, it should just be a matter of days."
Olivia clenched her fists, her emotions still running high.
She already had a lead on who was behind this—she just lacked some evidence.
She had also planned to find someone to expose Lyle.
Now, hearing Andrew say he was already helping investigate and would soon uncover the mastermind...
Olivia hesitated for a few seconds, then spoke directly, "Mr. Hamilton, I really appreciate all you've done for my teacher. Can I trouble you with one more thing?"
Seeing Andrew had no intention of refusing, she continued, "I'd like to ask you to help me investigate someone!"
"Okay."
Andrew showed no sign of being bothered and said willingly, "Who do you want me to look into? Just tell me."
"His name is Lyle." Olivia immediately gave Andrew Lyle's information.
She also briefly explained the grudge between this person and Rodolfo. "This person is currently in Emerald City. He must be the one behind this incident! But right now the evidence doesn't connect, so I have to trouble you."
Andrew nodded. He didn't think this was particularly difficult.
He told Olivia, "Since we have a target, finding evidence will be easy."
He turned and waved to David, who was not far away.
David had already heard their conversation and immediately understood what Andrew meant.
He said proactively, "I'll have someone investigate right away. Dr. Garcia, don't worry—we'll have results by tomorrow at the latest!"
For anything Andrew assigned, he would naturally use all available resources and spare no effort to find the evidence!
"Thank you!" Olivia was extremely grateful.
"Dr. Garcia, you're thanking the wrong person..." David didn't dare take credit. He took the opportunity to say, "I'm just following orders. If you really want to thank someone, you should thank Mr. Hamilton.
After all, investigating these matters requires using his own authority."
Before David could finish, he felt a wave of pressure directed at him.
Andrew glanced at him coolly, his eyes carrying a warning.
David immediately swallowed the rest of his words and quickly turned to leave and get to work.
His steps were so fast he looked like he might take flight.
Olivia watched from behind, feeling somewhat amused.
She actually understood the intent behind David's words.
Andrew's status was unusual—this was something she'd known for a long time.
So Andrew had used his authority again for her sake?
Last time on her birthday, he'd done it once before.
This man was truly beyond description.
When she first met him, he gave her an especially aloof impression with a very strong sense of distance.
Even when he agreed to treat Bianca, she always felt he maintained clear boundaries. During their necessary interactions, he never crossed any lines.
As they spent more time together, she felt they'd become friends.
He gradually became easier to get along with.
But tonight, she suddenly felt uncertain.
Perhaps it was some of the things Evelyn said that night that had an effect, stirring up her thoughts.
She actually started thinking about Andrew's intentions in doing all this.
Olivia's mood instantly became confused.
She was clearly curious and wanted to know, but didn't dare explore too much.
She was afraid that in the end, she'd misunderstood everything, and things between them would become awkward.
Andrew looked down at her conflicted expression and interrupted, "What are you thinking about?"
His magnetic, pleasant voice immediately brought Olivia back to her senses.
She shook her head frantically, denying it right away, "Nothing, nothing, I wasn't thinking about anything..."
But her reddening ears betrayed her.
Andrew watched her with interest and asked, "Hmm? Really nothing? Then why did this part change color?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand, his fingertip lightly brushing past Olivia's earlobe.
Olivia shivered, suddenly feeling like the skin he'd touched was burning, turning even more obviously red.
Seeing this, Andrew let out a low laugh.
He'd discovered long ago that whenever she felt embarrassed, her skin gave very obvious reactions.
Either her ears turned red, or her cheeks flushed.
It made him want to reach out and pinch them.
However, Andrew didn't do that—he was afraid that if he really did, he'd scare her away on the spot.
So he forcibly held back and asked in a restrained voice, "Are you hungry? Want to go get something to eat?
On the way back, we can also pack some food.
In case Mr. McCoy or Bianca wakes up in the middle of the night, they can have something too."
Olivia thought his suggestion was good and didn't refuse, "Okay, then I'll treat you! You've helped me so much, and I don't have much to thank you with, so let me buy you dinner."
Hearing this, Andrew was reminded of when they first met—she'd said the same thing.
Olivia still loved treating people to meals.
But there was nothing wrong with that.
"Okay, I'll go with your plan." He stood up and walked out with Olivia.
When they left the hospital, Andrew left several people behind, instructing them to guard outside the ward.
Then he went with Olivia to a nearby restaurant with an elegant atmosphere.
The restaurant didn't have greasy dishes. Being near the hospital, the menu featured health-conscious food.
Besides different types of porridge and pastries, there were also various nourishing soups.
Olivia couldn't eat much, so she only ordered a soup.
The restaurant served food quickly.
When the soup pot was placed in front of Olivia, she didn't think much and reached out to lift the lid with her bare hands.
But just as she extended her hand, before touching the lid, Andrew grabbed her hand. "Careful..."
Olivia couldn't help but freeze, instinctively looking at the hand he was holding.
Andrew reminded her, "It's very hot. You can't open it directly with your hands. Let me do it."
He then put Olivia's hand down, picked up a nearby towel, and helped open the lid.
Hot steam immediately rose from the soup pot.
Olivia didn't touch it, but felt like the hand he'd held was just as burned.
Where the man had touched felt scorching.
Olivia's thoughts became distracted again.
This was bad—she must have been brainwashed by Evelyn!
She was actually starting to suspect there might be some truth to what she'd said.
No, it wasn't like what Evelyn said!
To stop herself from overthinking, Olivia forced her thoughts back and started making conversation with Andrew. "By the way, were you at the military district during your business trip these past few days?"
Andrew nodded. "Yes, I went to the southwest. The situation in that area has always been the most serious. This trip took quite a bit of time."
Hearing this, Olivia felt moved and continued, "So after you came back, you still helped me investigate this matter. Have you gotten proper rest?"
After speaking, she couldn't help but look up and study Andrew carefully.
Looking closely, behind his glasses, his eyes showed some fatigue.
And somehow, his complexion seemed a bit paler than usual.
Earlier at the hospital, the lighting wasn't as bright, so Olivia hadn't noticed.
Now, she could tell the difference.
This paleness wasn't a healthy fair complexion, but an unhealthy lack of color.
The more Olivia looked, the more something seemed off. She reached out and grasped Andrew's hand, examining it carefully.
Andrew hadn't expected her to do this.
His reflexes were usually very quick, but he didn't pull his hand back. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and watched Olivia.
Olivia's eyes moved back and forth across his face.
After several seconds, she looked up at Andrew and asked, "Were you... injured?"
Andrew was silent for a moment, but thinking of her profession, he wasn't surprised.
He smiled. "After so many days have passed, you can still tell. Dr. Garcia, you really are impressive."
Seeing he still had this casual attitude, Olivia got a bit anxious. She pressed, "What happened?"
Seeing she was genuinely worried, Andrew finally consoled her, "It's nothing serious. On the day I arrived, there was an attack, and I got into a fight..."
He spoke lightly, but the actual situation was that a large group of foreign assassins had invaded, the border defense personnel suffered heavy casualties, and they were being pursued.
Andrew led people to provide support, and to protect the injured, engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the enemy.
The danger involved went without saying.
In the end, Andrew saved the people and was forced to hold the defense until the end, sustaining some injuries himself.
Olivia naturally knew he was hiding some details.
She didn't press him about what happened, but asked with concern, "Is the injury serious? Internal or external?"
Andrew shook his head. "Don't worry, it's an external injury. I lost some blood, but I've been resting these past few days, and I'm much better now."
Hearing this, Olivia felt uncomfortable.
He was injured, and the first thing he did after returning wasn't to recover properly, but to help her investigate her troubles.
Why was he doing so much?
Her heart began to feel unsettled.
The rest of the soup tasted bland to Olivia.
After leaving the restaurant, Olivia finally couldn't hold back the feeling in her chest.
She looked at Andrew and said proactively, "Let me see your injury!"