Chapter 200

The lawyer knew about this too. When he heard what Lyla said, his face turned serious. After a moment, he gave us a stern warning. "This time, don't lose your temper." But I had a feeling that the warning was mostly aimed at me. After all, in his eyes, I had a history. The car soon pulled into St. Mary's Hospital, and once we parked, we headed to the front desk to ask about Leah's whereabouts. When the receptionist heard Leah's name, she gave us a wary look, as if we were criminals, and asked, "Who are you?" "I…" I was about to speak, but suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. I glanced down at the hand gripping my wrist, then looked up at the lawyer beside me. Sensing my gaze, the lawyer gave me a slight nod, signaling me to let him handle this. I lowered my eyes and stepped back quietly. The lawyer took my place and said to the nurse, "I'm from the law firm. Here's my card." He handed her his business card, and after she took it, he continued, "This is my cli