Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 221

The young officer gave his name and badge number.

On the other end of the line, Eugene’s voice came out blunt and impatient. “You’re not in the right state of mind. Head back to the precinct. Someone will be at the hospital soon to take over for you.”

“You want me to leave? What about Connor? Aren’t you taking him in?” the young officer pressed.

The others in the hospital room exchanged glances—some looked smug, others worried, and a few seemed quietly relieved.

Connor didn’t bother pretending anymore. He yanked off the cold compress covering his eyes and blinked, slowly adjusting to the light. His vision was still a little fuzzy, but it was mostly back to normal. He was determined to watch this rookie cop get put in his place by his uncle.

Old Mrs. Mitchell, seeing Connor move, cried out, “Oh, sweetheart, don’t move around! Be careful with your eyes!”

Her exclamation turned all eyes toward Connor and the young officer.

Seizing the moment, the young officer tapped his phone to put it on speaker.

Eugene’s commanding tone barked from the phone, “He doesn’t need to go to the precinct. Take his statement at the hospital. You—get back to your station right now!”

“So you’re letting me go, Commissioner Hale? Is this your way of giving your nephew, Connor, special treatment?” The young officer had no intention of backing down, and his question was frank and direct.

The room fell silent, everyone stunned—including Eugene on the other end.

In the shock of the moment, no one noticed that Vivian’s phone had been switched to speaker.

“Ryan Chase, do you want to lose your job? How dare you talk to your superior like that!” Eugene’s fury crackled through the phone.

The moment had passed in a heartbeat, but his training at the academy had made him sensitive to such details.

She’d even insisted he take Connor to the hospital first, as if she’d already guessed Connor would try to pull strings and avoid the precinct. That couldn’t have been a coincidence.

Vivian accepted her phone from Ryan with a puzzled look. He was about to get suspended—so why thank her? Was he grateful she’d just cost him his job?

Old Mrs. Mitchell, meanwhile, was oblivious to all that. Now that the trouble seemed to be over, she was simply relieved. “Connor, just rest and let the doctors have another look at your eyes. I don’t want you suffering any side effects, you hear?”

One of the nurses, unable to stay quiet, stepped forward. “Ma’am, your grandson’s eyes are going to be fine. The doctor already checked him—there’s no damage to his cornea, and his vision will be back to normal soon.”

She was sure of it. This spoiled rich kid Connor was perfectly fine now. The look of smug satisfaction on his face while Officer Chase was on the phone had said it all.