?<strong>Chapter 894:</strong>


    Turner met her gaze head-on, his expression unwavering.


    “Of course, I’m sure!” he dered without hesitation.


    But in truth, this was the solution he had juste up with. If he admitted now that he hadn’t even nced at the records Belinda had handed him, what would that say about him as a department director? It would destroy his reputation. Everyone would think he was utterly irresponsible when it came to his patients, an unforgivable sin for any doctor.


    So, he had no choice but to stick to his im that Belinda had never given him those records. After all, she had handed them to him in his office, a ce with no security cameras. Even if the hallway cameras could show Belinda carrying a file into his office, he could always im it was something else.


    When Kylee heard Turner’s confident response, her lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. Now, she was eager to see what Belinda could do.


    However, Belinda’s smirk only deepened, her confidence unwavering.


    “Dr. Ortiz, let me ask you again—are you absolutely certain that I never gave you Braden’s medical records? Please think carefully before you answer this question.”


    Turner didn’t hesitate. He lifted his chin, speaking with self-righteous certainty.


    “I’m sure! Not only that, when I asked you about the records, you imed you lost them! What? Do you think a director like me would lie about this just to shift the me?”


    His voice rang with indignation, but even as he defended himself, he didn’t hesitate to throw Belinda under the bus.


    At this point, the director spoke up, his gaze shifting between the two doctors.


    “Well then, Dr. Wright, do you have any evidence to prove you actually gave the records to Dr. Ortiz?”


    Belinda’s smile didn’t waver.


    “Of course, I do.”


    Her calm response sent a visible jolt through both Turner and Kylee.


    She had… evidence?


    How could this be possible?


    “What evidence?” the director asked.


    Without a word, Belinda pulled out her phone, unlocked it, and scrolled through her files. After a brief moment, she pressed y on a voice recording. Her crisp, clear voice rang out from the speaker.


    “Dr. Ortiz, here are Braden’s medical records and the surgical n I drafted. They’re all here. Take a look.”


    Then, a man’s voice responded, “I see. You can leave now.”


    The moment Turner’s voice yed from Belinda’s phone, the room fell into stunned silence.


    Several people exchanged nces, their expressions shifting. There was no mistaking it; that voice was undeniably Turner’s. The recording alone was enough to prove that Belinda had, in fact, given Turner the medical records. Yet just moments ago, Turner had dered with absolute confidence that she hadn’t. What was worse, he had even used her of losing them.


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