Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 268

Hearing this, Silvia nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Yes, Mr. Doyle. I wanted to see you because there are some things I need to clarify.”

Fairchild’s eyes glinted with curiosity at her words.

He regarded Silvia with a half-smile, half-scoff. “Technically, people still call me the director, but the truth is, I’ve already started handing over most of my responsibilities. These days, I hardly have a say in what goes on at Pinecrest Medical Center. So if you’re looking to pull some strings and get a patient admitted, you’ll have better luck trying someone else. I can’t help you there.”

Pinecrest Medical Center was one of the top hospitals in the capital, if not the entire country. Every year, countless people tried to get their loved ones admitted, which led to strained resources and fierce competition—so much so that people often went to great lengths, pulling favors and spending fortunes just for a spot.

As a result, Fairchild was frequently invited to dinners or offered gifts, all in hopes that he might bend the rules for someone.

Realizing Fairchild had misunderstood her, Silvia quickly cleared her throat. Her gaze flickered, and she hurried to explain, “No, that’s not it. I’m not here to get anyone admitted. I just wanted to ask if you could help me access the medical records for these two individuals.”

She handed over the two files she’d brought.

Fairchild took them, flipping through the pages. His brow furrowed in confusion. “These two files… they’re identical. That’s odd.”

Medically speaking, even if two people suffered from the same illness, there would always be subtle differences in symptoms and responses. Yet, the records Silvia had brought were a word-for-word match.

That was simply impossible.

Noticing the confusion on Fairchild’s face, Silvia drew a deep breath, her heart pounding. “Exactly. The fact that these files are identical is what’s so strange. That’s why… I was hoping you could help me find Wilhelmina’s real medical record.”

Fairchild had dealt with countless patients over the years, but the name Wilhelmina didn’t ring any bells. He eyed Silvia suspiciously, as if weighing his options. “And why should I help you? I’m looking forward to my retirement, not getting mixed up in this mess.”

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