A cold smile touched his lips as he said cruelly, "If the police find out your hospital risked someone's life to fake a scene, I wonder—would this place get shut down? Would you all go straight to prison for a decade or two?"
The doctors were instantly dumbfounded. The scalpels fell from their hands, clattering sharply against the floor.
Catherine Callahan, who had been playing dead on the operating table, abruptly sat up.
Her expression was lucid, without the slightest hint of injury.
"Young Master Grant, it was Miss Callahan who told us to do this! We're innocent." The doctor believed Quentin Grant was fully capable of shutting down the hospital and sending them all to prison.
Without giving Catherine Callahan a single glance, he turned and walked over to Nora Ainsworth's operating table.
"Get her through this, completely unharmed, and I'll consider letting you all off the hook."
