Love My Friends with Benefits

I'd already thought about this so many times that I was absolutely sure of the time and place.

Without a second thought, I blurted out, "Six in the evening, at the ICU ward. Ward number sixteen."

"Okay, got it."

The security guard rubbed his eyes and hurriedly started to search for the right footage.

On the monitor, several images flashed past. Soon, the security guard stopped on one image and zoomed into it. "This is the one."

As the time on the recording inched closer to seven o'clock, I saw a figure walk into the ICU.

My breathing sped up and I watched the monitor closely, almost burning a hole in it with the sharpness of my gaze.

However, I couldn't make anything out. All I could see was that two figures had entered the ward one after another before leaving. After that, Grandma had collapsed.

I couldn't see their faces, clothes, or accessories.

I couldn't even tell their gender and height. I couldn't discern anything at all.

The quality of the hospital's surveillance cameras was really poor.

I turned and asked Leonard, "Can we find footage from a camera with better quality?"

He looked at the security questioningly.

The security guard scratched his head, looking conflicted. "Theoretically, that's against the patient's privacy. If it weren't for the circumstances of the ICU, the hospital wouldn't even have installed cameras there. We really can't do anything about the blurriness of the footage..."

Leonard pursed his lips. "I don't want any excuses."

His voice was cold.

Sweat started to bead on the guard's forehead. He turned to me and said, "Miss, please think about it! We can't be watching the patients when you're wiping them down, right?"

My brain was telling me that he made sense, but my heart refused to accept it.

I bit my lip, feeling bitter.

Was there really no other way?

Leonard patted me on the shoulder and said, "There's no use in trying to determine the cause of your grandmother's sudden deterioration now. You should think about how to make her better."

accept what

him. "You're just trying to get Phoebe

of rage flashed in his eyes, but he didn't act on it. He reached out and rubbed my face. "You

tears on his hand. That was when I realised that I

to know who's the one who made Grandma collapse! Leonard, since you say that Phoebe's not

that Phoebe's definitely not the culprit." Leonard seemed to be losing his patience. "I said that from what I know of her, I don't think she's the

knew what he meant, but I

hard, wanting

over my mouth and shot a

turned and saw the security guard still standing next

darted around, not daring to even

little embarrassed and pried

snorted but didn't say

followed his line of sight. Through the window on the door, I looked out at the

Wait, the corridor?

idea popped up in my mind and I asked the security guard, "Do you guys have footage of

The security guard nodded

"About seven o'clock."

a little and I wrung

muffled groan came from beside me. I didn't pay attention to it as I focused on

was searching around for the footage hurriedly, but to me, it seemed like everything

to me and said, "Mr. Nell, miss, don't worry. I'll definitely help you

indifferently, "You're not helping us. You're helping

...

was

it, I'll fire you," Leonard said coldly. "I have

...

guard's fingers flew

fists tightly, feeling my fingernails dip

anxious, but

help pinching

...

Leonard suddenly hissed.

as he let out a grimace. "Try pinching

I wasn't pinching myself?

let go of his hand