Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant
Chapter 180 Where The Water Bottle ‘Flew’ To

Chapter 180: Chapter 180 Where The Water Bottle ‘Flew’ To

That evening, after returning to the hospital to pick her things, someone came looking for Kelsie at the hospital.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Kelsie, who was about to take off her coat, paused when she heard the urgent banging on her door.

Shortly after, a nurse’s calm, but panicking voice came up.

"Please, don’t do that. Dr. Sutton isn’t the only doctor we have in this hospital. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll set you up with another..."

"Dr. Sutton, are you in there? I need your help. Please, help me!" A high-pitched voice suddenly sounded, instantly drowning out the nurse’s words.

"Stop, alright. Stop!"

"No, I won’t! I heard she’s the best doctor here. I don’t want another doctor, I want her. I want the best. I’ll even pay double."

"No, I’ll pay four times what I usually pay as long as she’s the one who operates on me. I beg you!"

Glancing at the time on the wall clock, Kelsie felt the space in-between her eyes tiredly and began putting her coat back on.

Then she strutted to the door and pulled it open, abruptly coming face-to-face with a haggard-looking teen on stripped jeans.

Clutching the side of her stomach, the teen winced in pain, but smiled in relief.

"Dr. Sutton, you’re here. Please help me. I... I, um..." she drawled, her eyes rolling back into her head before she went tumbling to the floor.

However, Kelsie stepped forward, grabbing her just in time before she hit the floor.

The surrounding nurses were astounded at her swiftness and didn’t move until she called out to them.

"Take her to the operating room and set up an IV. Then get me her file."

"Yes, doctor." Then they lifted the collapsed girl onto a stretcher.

Hence, an impromptu surgery was scheduled. A surgery which lasted until midnight making it impossible for her to answer the hundreds of calls from Jett.

By 12:45 in the morning, she came out of the operating, a little startled to see him leaning against the wall outside, waiting for her.

Jett stepped towards her, his cheeks stretching into a bright smile as he held up the lunchbox he’d brought for her to see.

When he couldn’t reach her, he asked around and was told she had an ongoing surgery.

Hence, he had spent the past few hours making her food, which Kelsie was now happily munching on in her office.

Handing her the thermos flask he brought, he brought up what happened at the school.

"Something happened in Keira’s class. An expensive water bottle got missing and everyone assumed she took it. They, unfortunately, searched everywhere, but it still wasn’t found."

Kelsie naturally paused to look at him, swallowing the food in her mouth before asking, "But you took care of it, didn’t you?"

He nodded. "For the children’s privacy, there are no surveillance cameras in the classrooms, just in the corridors."

"I looked through the footages at home, and none of the children left the classroom with a bag big enough to hide the bottle."

"I also asked for the classroom to be thoroughly searched again, but they still couldn’t find the bottle."

Kelsie listened with rapt attention, bobbing her head in understanding when he was done speaking.

"So there was no way to show Keira didn’t do it. Pursuing the matter further would’ve put her in a bad spot, so you must’ve found another way to resolve the issue."

He sighed and leaned back, briefly looking away from her, "I knew that and so did that female teacher. She kept making it obvious the entire time."

"Though it annoyed me, I knew she was right, so I settled by having 36 of that same bottle flown in for Keira’s classmates. That way, they’d know she wouldn’t take something so cheap."

Kelsie chuckled and lowered her face to hide her darkening eyes.

"Female teacher? Average height, dark, curly hair and a talkative?"

His brows creased in surprise.

"Yes, exactly. I didn’t think you’d know her."

She raised her face again and smiled, a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes as she took a mouthful from the flask before setting it down again. _{f\r(e)ewe.b no\vel.com}

"She’s a teacher at my children’s school, of course it’s only right that I know her."

Jett scratched the back of his head in confusion.

She didn’t sound upset.

She was even smiling. Why?

Did she think her daughter really did it and was grateful he was able to sweep the matter under the rug?

Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Kelsie cleared her throat and clarified, "Keira didn’t do it. Sure, she must’ve found the bottle pretty and looked at it a little too hard, but that’s it."

"Safe to say she might’ve been intrigued by it. If my little girl wanted it, she would’ve searched it up on the internet on my computer, then played mind games asking me what I think of the bottle until I buy it for her."

"My daughter is no thief. She would never take the belongings of someone else when she knows her mommy can always get it for her."

Folding his arms across his chest, he narrowed his eyes at her.

She was unbelievably calm and something in him knew there was something amiss, but on another thought, he felt it was only right given he had handled the situation properly.

"Don’t worry, Kelsie. I’ll find who took the bottle and have them apologize for trying to make out our daughter as a thief."

Kelsie hummed, then looked at him like she almost forgot something. "I have to meet this girlfriend of mine before going home. I’d be quick, so you don’t have to wait for me."

In a few minutes, they left the hospital and drove through different directions.

In another part of town, at 2am, Charlotte Hastings felt thirsty and stirred in her bed for a few minutes before she sat up and tried to get on her feet.

However, the cold wind blew back the curtain on her open window, and the soft glow of the moonlight fell on a figure sitting across from her.

Scared senseless, she desperately reached to turn on the lamp stand, but because she was trembling in fear, she mistakenly pulled out the plug and when she tried to plug it in again, pushed down the lamp stand.

So she gave up and called out in a shaky voice, "Who’s there? Is anyone there?"

A soft voice answered almost immediately. "It’s beautiful."

"What?" Charlotte’s heart dropped to the pit of her stomach.

Not because there was someone in her room, but because she found the voice familiar.

"This water bottle I found in your safe. At first I wondered why, but now that I’ve seen it, I now understand why you stole it from Ariana Devon and blamed it on my daughter."