Jenna didn't panic.
Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her expression shifting, almost pitiful.
"My uncle is a trauma doctor," she said quietly. "He's still upstairs treating a patient. He told me to help him gather some supplies before we leave."
The guard narrowed his eyes, suspicion sharpening his features as he looked Jenna up and down.
No prescription, no keycard. Moreover, he just caught her coming out of the operating room.
"All the trauma doctors have long left. What's your uncle's name?"
Jenna opened her mouth, about to answer the first statement when the second one landed. She quickly withdrew her voice.
Okay, she never thought of that before she told that lie.
She lowered her gaze as if weighed down by a heavy burden. When she looked up at the security guard again, tears rolled down her eyes.
"Uncle, do you still have a heart?"
The security guard froze. Why was she crying and accusing him of being heartless? He only asked a security question.
