Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 41

Lena was livid. She dashed to the office, whipped out a spare phone, and shot off a text. Only then did she take a breather. After locking up the backup phone in the safe, she bolted out of there. She had to get the lowdown on Josefina ASAP and if push came to shove, she'd be ready to take Josefina out. No way she was gonna let that Josefina walk out alive. Even if it meant doing the dirty deed right in front of Oliver, Lena was determined to get it done. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Josefina was after her turf, and there was no way Lena would let her waltz out of the hospital breathing.

But what was really frying Lena's circuits was how on earth Josefina was with Oliver. Did Oliver save her? No way.

That stone-cold Oliver saving Josefina? As much as Lena didn't want to entertain the thought, the more she did, the more it seemed plausible.

This piece of news was a tough pill for Lena to swallow. As she stepped out, there were Garrett and Hattie, turning up as well. They marched past, eyes straight ahead, not even a glance her way, quick on their feet.

Chatting away as they went, their convo was unfortunately within earshot of a few nurses.

"My poor Josie, how did she get hurt?"

"I'm calling the specialists right now. We've got to get our girl the best treatment, pronto."

"My darling Josie, it's heartbreaking. We just got her back, and now she's hurt again?"

"I've already been on the phone with a security firm, gonna beef up our little girl's entourage with some martial arts hotshots."

"Yeah, our daughter can't afford to get hurt again."

The nurses were gobsmacked, exchanging 'what-the-heck' looks.

"Didn't Lena say she was the one and only heiress of the Harrison family? Now there's another daughter?"

Lena, the supposed sole Harrison heiress, had been bragging about it just enough to make it known without leaving a trace. Plus, Garrett and Hattie’s fondness for Lena was well-known. They had picked her up from the hospital and been spotted in magazine photos, so the nurses recognized them as Lena's folks in a heartbeat.

"Could it be that the person inside is the Harrison family's love child?"

"That doesn't add up, though. Didn't you hear the urgency and care in their voices? If she was just a love child, they wouldn't be this affectionate."

"You're the brains of the operation. You've got guts, saying that."

The other nurse whispered, "We're just talking among ourselves, right? If Lena heard us, I'd be toast."

As they were talking, Lena walked in. "What's going on here! Chit-chatting on company time?"

With Lena's voice cutting through the air, everyone clammed up. What could they do when Lena's got the family clout and connections?

The nurses scattered, and Lena continued on her way to the ward.

...

Inside the ward.

Josefina's calves were all bandaged up. The doctor, seeing Oliver's anxious face, called in a few more docs, scared to death of losing the patient.

But once they got there... that was it? Just a graze on the calf, the wound was neither deep nor big, and the blood on the pants wasn't all hers – there was some from the bad guys, too.

Could've just slapped on a Band-Aid, right?

But no one dared speak up. Everyone knew Oliver's temper. They dutifully bandaged Josefina's wound as if it was more serious than it looked.

Just then, in walked Garrett and Hattie. Hattie took Josefina's hand, her voice dripping with guilt, "Josie, does it hurt? I’m so sorry that I am late."

Garrett followed up, "Josie, daddy's already called the cops. We'll get those thugs behind bars and expose the mastermind. Anyone who dares to mess with my girl is asking for a fight with me."

The doctors exchanged stunned looks. This girl was the daughter of the richest man? Then who the heck was Lena?

This bombshell gossip – were they even supposed to hear this?