Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 217: Coincidence or Accident?

Sienna Monroe stared at the QR code on his phone screen for adding friends on WeChat and hesitated for a moment.

Coming to her senses, she thought that Leo Monroe’s hospitalization and recovery might take quite a while, and she wouldn’t allow him to be discharged until he was fully recovered.

So, adding the attending physician on WeChat for a contact was indeed more convenient.

She took out her phone to scan the code and smiled lightly, saying, "Added. I come here every day, mainly to give myself some peace of mind."

Sean Fuller picked up his phone again.

In the new friends list of his contacts, he accepted her friend request.

As he noted, he said, "Uncle Morgan’s condition is currently stable these past two days, so you don’t need to worry too much. If he gets through tonight safely, he can be transferred to a regular ward by tomorrow morning."

"Alright, thank you very much."

Sienna nodded gently.

As she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered to ask, "By the way, Dr. Fuller, do you know how the girl with congenital heart disease and leukemia I brought in the other night is doing now?"

"The one named Claire Grant?"

Sean Fuller recalled the girl quite vividly.

Primarily because her combination of diseases was rather unique.

His gaze moved away from the phone, raising his eyelids to look at her.

Sienna Monroe, "Yes, that’s her."

Upon hearing this, Sean Fuller suddenly tapped the surface of the desk lightly with his fingers.

His narrow, introspective eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was seriously pondering and recalling.

The crisp "knock, knock" sound was particularly clear in the quiet office.

It was like a hammer pounding away, striking her eardrums repeatedly.

Sienna watched his clear, distinct face, her eyes unconsciously filled with a sense of exploration.

Coincidentally, Sean Fuller’s gaze lifted again, meeting hers in mid-air unexpectedly.

His gentle voice steady and calm, "The girl was transferred from the hematology department to the VIP cardiac ward the day before yesterday, in the single suite 309 on the 16th floor of the inpatient department."

Sienna did not avoid his gaze; the initial curiosity in her eyes had already faded silently.

What remained was complete tranquility, "How is her condition now? What recovery treatments does she need? How long does she have to stay in the hospital?"

Sean Fuller’s voice was gentle and steady, "Claire Grant’s heart rate and blood tests are not very stable, consistently in a low state. Right now, conservative treatment for both is needed, and her hospitalization duration will depend on her recovery after treatment."

Sienna pursed her lips, slightly furrowing her brow.

She recalled what Serena Grant said that day, "Claire’s condition has been stable over the years, so why did it suddenly worsen out of the blue?"

In recent days, due to her father Leo Monroe’s condition, she didn’t have the mental capacity to delve into these details.

But when she thought of Claire just now and considered it carefully, recalling all the details of that day, she couldn’t help but doubt.

Was Claire’s sudden onset really just a coincidence and accident?

Could things be that coincidental?

Thinking about this, she tentatively asked, "Dr. Fuller, if—I mean if—she didn’t take her medication, or took the wrong medication, or consumed something incompatible, would it trigger a sudden onset of her condition?"

Sean Fuller paused for a moment, immediately understanding what she meant.

He gently moved his brow, his composed and steady outline still unperturbed, and the white coat he wore couldn’t conceal his unwavering demeanor.

"The things you just mentioned are true to a certain degree. However, stabilizing the condition with medication, or inducing an onset by not taking medication,

both require time to escalate; it’s not a situation where one or two days without medication would directly result in such a condition.

Moreover, Claire Grant’s physically weaker state means these two diseases combined are gradually eroding her vitality; stopping medication or intentionally taking the wrong medicine is a fatal injury to her.

There’s an eighty to ninety percent chance she may not come out of the emergency room, or may not even have a chance to get to the emergency room, losing her life entirely.

As for the food incompatibility issue, though it may not directly trigger an onset in her condition, it would definitely have an impact,

yet this matter also requires prolonged exposure to have a supportive effect."

The implication is that Claire Grant is unlikely to do such a thing.

The risk is too great, too great.

Even if she can control her medication intake, her body cannot withstand such injury.

Sienna’s lip color became increasingly pale as she pursed them.

Indeed.

If Claire Grant’s onset aims to frame and incriminate her, or to make Sebastian Prescott misunderstand her, this argument can actually be disproved by the restaurant’s surveillance and the testimony of the staff.

Too far-fetched.

Completely untenable.

Moreover, this reason is not worth risking her life.

So, was it really her overthinking?

Was it just a coincidence?

Yet the doubt inside her did not disappear as a result.

Sean Fuller watched her struggle and waver, and his fingers began to tap rhythmically on the desk again.

After a few seconds, he decided to complete the medical knowledge supplement.

"The simultaneous occurrence of congenital heart disease and leukemia in an individual is not common.

Although her condition has been considered stable, due to her weak immune system, taking a lot of medication and developing resistance to some drugs may not exclude the possibility of periodic relapses."

He stopped tapping his fingers, saying something crucial, "Moreover, adding up all these factors, it’s impossible for her to ensure the precise timing of an onset."

Sienna was stunned by what he said.

Indeed.

If it really was Claire Grant’s doing, how could she accurately pinpoint the onset’s timing?

No matter whether she took less or more medication, or consumed some incompatible food.

No guarantee on the timing of the onset.

It felt as if her heart had been struck forcibly by something, cracking open all the doubts and stubbornness.

She moved her lips, slowly voicing, "Yes, I understand. It seems I was overthinking it. Thank you, Dr. Fuller, for clarifying my confusion."

Sean Fuller gave her another look, calmly saying, "You’re welcome."

Sienna asked another question, "Can she be visited now?"

"Yes."

Sean Fuller reminded, "But the patient needs more rest now, and visiting time should not exceed half an hour."

Sienna agreed, nodding in acknowledgement, "Alright, thank you. Sorry for taking up your time."

Sean Fuller gazed at her departing figure and, as the office door closed, naturally returned to looking at the medical records book on the desk.

Still having thoughts, Sienna didn’t rush to see Claire but took the elevator down to the first floor instead.

If she was going to visit Claire, she certainly had to go in her capacity as the gallery curator to see her; surely she couldn’t go empty-handed.

She remembered there were several fruit shops and florists outside the hospital, so she might as well buy a fruit basket and a bouquet of flowers.

As her elevator doors opened, the door of the left elevator opened simultaneously, and as she walked out, Sebastian Prescott happened to stride inside.

The two missed each other by a step.