Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1069

Jessie reacted swiftly, exclaiming, "So, Ms. Grist has mental problems, huh?"

Carter was taken aback. He had only expressed concern and discomfort over Violet's earlier cursing of Lina. He didn't explicitly state that Violet had a mental problem.

"Mr. Irwin, I understand!" Jessie exclaimed joyfully, winking at him. "Ms. Grist has mental issues, and she must have applied something on her face and falsely accused our brand!"

Carter was rendered speechless. "I didn't say that..."

"How can we trust the words of a psychiatric patient?" Jessie continued confidently.

Carter widened his eyes, witnessing a unique display of medical logic.

"Thank you, Mr. Irwin! I'll report this right away!" Jessie bowed sincerely, smiling.

"No, wait..." Carter tried to interject.

"Don't worry, Mr. Irwin!" Jessie assured him, displaying her shrewdness. "I'll have a meeting with the PR department and ensure you and your hospital aren't involved."

Carter closed the medical record quietly, feeling helpless.

Upon hearing Jessie's words, Violet started cursing even more fiercely and throwing a tantrum.

However, Jessie remained calm and took out her phone to record Violet's ugly behavior. Satisfied with the footage, she smiled and left.

Carter's assistant spoke softly. "Mr. Irwin, should we still find the psychiatric department director?"

Carter gave a wry smile.

If LC wanted to survive in Southeast Aciatic, they couldn't afford to offend the Irwins. The female staff's words seemed genuine—they wouldn't involve the Irwins.

Therefore, Lina would remain unharmed. As for Violet, Gia, and all the other messy individuals and situations, they were not under the jurisdiction of the Irwins.

"No need," Carter said softly. "Retrieve the test results and call Jessie. I'll invite her for coffee."

The assistant nodded and complied.

Carter arrived at the agreed-upon cafe in the afternoon and checked his phone. He discovered that LC's powerful PR team had already taken down the trending tags, causing the situation to reverse.

The video of Violet's outburst had been uploaded, and public opinion was now leaning toward LC, claiming that someone with a mental illness had slandered the century-old brand.

In the official statement, there was no mention of Irwin Hospital or any unrelated individuals.

With a faint smile, Carter entered the cafe and took a seat across from Jessie.

"Ms. Jessie," he said directly, pulling out the test report. "Although the controversy has temporarily subsided, there are still some truths I need to reveal.

"After conducting lab tests, it was discovered that this jar of facial cream contains a fungus that causes skin ulceration. The results from my report match those issued by the forensic department. They are identical."

Jessie's expression froze, and she furrowed her brows. "No... T-That's impossible! LC has a century-old reputation and only uses natural ingredients. We spare no expense. It can't be that there's a fungus like this!"

Carter continued. "That's correct. I had someone purchase another jar, and the test results were different. Only this specific jar had the fungus, while the others did not."

Jessie sighed in relief, pondered for a moment, and then looked up to ask, "Could someone be tampering with it? Is it possible that our competitors are trying to frame us?"

"Enough, stop crying! It's driving me crazy!"

Melvin tugged at his tie and impatiently continued. "You got lucky this time. LC has shifted the blame onto Violet, claiming she has mental issues... Hmph! Otherwise, you'd be rotting in Southeast Aciatic's prison for the rest of your life!"

Melvin abruptly ended the call. The black-clad man approached him and lit a cigarette, speaking in a low voice. " Gia... Is she still useful?"

Melvin narrowed his eyes.

Keeping her seemed impractical due to her below-average intelligence, as she caused more trouble than she was worth. However, not keeping her meant he had no suitable replacement at the moment.

Gia still had the advantage of being able to get close to the real Pamela in Jangasas.

Melvin sighed deeply and lowered his voice, "Keep her... but don't rush to get her out. Let her suffer in there for a few days. A lesson well learned!"

"Yes!"

The black-clad man bowed, adjusting his baseball cap before preparing to leave. As he opened the door, he was startled!

"M-Ms. Thompson?" the man exclaimed.

Melvin heard the commotion and turned his head.

He saw Renee standing at the door, her big eyes fixed on the room, tightly gripping her dress, her face slightly pale.

"Renee?" Melvin's expression shifted, a trace of gloom flashing in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"