Chapter 738: A Stitch in Time

Just as Andrew was about to put away the agreement and reach out to Alex to share the news, Alex's call came through first.

Without hesitation, Andrew answered, eager to share the good news: the signature on the agreement was not Benjamin's.

Andrew had expected Alex to be pleased, maybe even a little relieved, upon hearing this. But instead, Alex's response was sharp and accusatory.

"Where are you?" Alex's voice was cold and urgent, carrying an edge that cut through the line.

Andrew was caught off guard, instinctively asking back, "Alex, what's wrong?"

Even over the phone, he could sense Alex's tension, as if the man was a powder keg ready to explode.

But Alex didn't answer his question. Instead, he repeated his own, this time with more force, his tone bordering on anger.

"I'm asking you, Andrew, where are you?"

The sharpness of Alex's tone startled Andrew, making him shudder slightly. He quickly gave his location, attempting to explain himself.

"Alex, I came here to check the agreement. They said it was here-"

But before he could finish, Alex cut him off, his voice icy and filled with frustration.

"I told you to stay and guard the hospital room. Is this what you call guarding it?"

Andrew felt a pang of guilt, but also a sense of injustice. So that's why Alex was angry. But hadn't he just secured the agreement and confirmed the forgery? Surely this was more important than staying at the hospital room. After all, the two men involved were still here, and there was no way they could escape now.

Still, Andrew knew better than to argue. He swallowed his frustration and spoke cautiously, his tone softening.

"Alex, I'll bring them back right now."

Andrew didn't bother lowering his voice, as the two men in question were still standing right there. They hadn't made any attempts to leave, so Andrew wasn't too concerned about them running away.

In fact, Andrew felt somewhat relieved. The men seemed genuinely willing to stay and resolve the issue, and during their earlier conversation, Andrew had realized that Thea was likely the root of the problem. These men might have been deceived as well.

But Alex had no idea about Andrew's internal reasoning. His voice boomed through the phone, cutting straight to the point.

"They deliberately lured you away so the others could leave. The hospital room is empty now!"

The words hit Andrew like a thunderbolt. He froze, the phone still pressed to his ear.

Without even confirming Alex's words, he spun around to face the two men, his expression dark and angry.

"You did this on purpose! You lured me away!"

The two men exchanged uneasy glances, clearly aware that Andrew had learned the truth. Their evasiveness betrayed them.

The older man stepped forward slightly, bowing his head in apology.

"I'm sorry. My daughter needs rest, so I asked them to take her away first. No matter what happens next, we'll cooperate fully. If the police get involved, we'll tell them everything."

After Andrew had revealed that the signature wasn't Benjamin's, the men had realized that something was seriously wrong.

But even so, the older man wanted to shield his bedridden daughter from the fallout. He was willing to take full responsibility for everything.

Although they were also victims of deception, the man had begun to understand, through his conversation with Andrew, that the real victim here was Benjamin.

They had paid money to follow the hospital's rules in finding a donor, but Benjamin had been manipulated.

Now that the truth was unraveling, they couldn't just walk away.

Hearing the man's indirect admission, Andrew felt a surge of frustration and helplessness.

He instinctively wanted to apologize to Alex, but when he glanced at his phone, he realized the call had already been disconnected.

Andrew hesitated, afraid of Alex's wrath, but he knew he had to act fast to salvage the situation.

Taking the two men to Alex might be his only chance to make amends.

"A stitch in time saves nine," Andrew muttered under his breath before glaring at the men.

"You're coming with me!" he snapped, his tone harsh and threatening. "If you even think about running, I'll-"

Before he could finish, the older man interrupted, his tone calm and firm.

"Don't worry. We'll cooperate fully."

The man's daughter had already received a life-saving organ, and regardless of the money they had spent, they owed a debt of gratitude to the donor.

If the donor had been deceived, they couldn't just stand idly by.

After all, it was entirely possible that the money they had paid never even reached the donor.

Andrew huffed in frustration but didn't argue further. He led the two men out, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to fix this mess.

As they hurried back, Alex, on the other hand, had hung up the phone unintentionally.

He had heard a sound behind him and turned to see Thea, awake and silently maneuvering her wheelchair in an attempt to slip away.

Alex's expression darkened immediately as he strode over and blocked her path with a few quick steps.

"Trying to run?" His voice was ice-cold, his face even colder.

Thea froze, startled by his sudden appearance.

"I-I wasn't, Alex. I just… I wasn't feeling well and wanted to see a doctor," she stammered, her voice trembling.

Her face was pale, and her frail appearance made her seem pitiful and helpless.

But Alex felt no sympathy.

"Still lying? And don't call me that!" he snapped, his gaze filled with disgust.

He glanced down at the wheelchair, which she had managed to move a short distance, then back at her pale, innocent-looking face.

The sight made him sick.

Once, Thea had often worn this same innocent expression, and back then, his family had thought of her as both pitiful and endearing.

Now, seeing her lie so blatantly while wearing that same pure and helpless facade, Alex realized how thoroughly they had all been deceived by her.