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Chapter 262
Chapter 262
“Gwendolyn, you… your words cut deep!”
“Selina, if the Lopez family still wants my help to treat Claude, I’d advise you not to tick me off, Gwendolyn said, her eyes icy with threat. Sensing leverage, Selina smirked. “You’re a doctor. Saving lives is your duty! If you refuse, you might as well drown in public disdain.” Gwendolyn stepped closer, radiating a chilling solemnity.
A fiery imitation surged within her.
“Just because of the high moral standards of my profession, I’m supposed to be exploited repeatedly by you, huh? How could someone Immoral and shameless like you attract his attention?”
Gwendolyn’s voice rang clear. “I used to think you were graceful and noble, bi Selina was left speechless, huffing with frustration.
Gwendolyn gave her a cold glance before entering Claude’s hospital room.
to think you’re a Hamilton, truly a disappointment.”
She calmed her emotions, hearing the sounds of commotion from the next room, and a slight smirk tugged at her lips. She laid out her tray of needles and began to administer the acupuncture treatment to Claude calmly.
As the needles sank in, the muscle in Claude’s leg twitched visibly.
Gwendolyn thought, “Had I seen that right?”
She inserted a few more needles, each time noticing the subtle movements. Was that a sign of nerve response?
Claude might still have a sliver of consciousness. Gwendolyn pressed the call button for a nurse to summon a neurologist to confirm Claude’s condition.
An hour later, the neurology experts arrived and, upon examination, confirmed Claude was conscious.
“Dr. Quigley, your assessment was spot on. We would love to be involved in the following treatment. It could become a landmark case,‘ they said.
The human brain was a wondrous thing, a frontier yet to be fully conquered by medicine.
Some patients in comas just suddenly woke up.
Gwendolyn answered, “You’re welcome to join.”
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Late into the night, a Rolls–Royce pulled up to the modest Chadwick villa, the dark circles under Howard’s eyes evident. Two buttons of his white shirt were undone, and he carried the faint scent of alcohol
He exited the car expressionless and entered the villa
Carrying Howard’s laptop and coat, Quentin followed.
Inside, Manna was s engrossed in a TV drama but quickly stood up upon hearing them
“Marina, Mr. Chadwick had drank a lot at a function tonight. Could you get some hangover pills?” Quentin asked,
“Of course. Why the drinking again?”
Marina turned off the TV, took the coat from Quentin, and got Howard a glass of water
Howard took a sip and glanced at the clock on the wall, the hour hand on twelve.
It was late. Gwendolyn must be asleep
Marina mentioned, “Mrs. Chadwick swapped shifts tonight, Mr. Chadwick. She’s on the night shift.”
The night shifts in the acupuncture department were sparse, and with Gwendolyn’s competence, she had even fewer.
Howard’s brow furrowed. Was it a shift, or was she avoiding confrontation?
Selina’s suicide attempt wasn’t a secret. Considering his abrupt leaving the night before, Gwendolyn must overthink. She hadn’t called him all day. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
“Being a doctor is tough, and night shifts can be exhausting. It can age you if you do it too much. Mr. Chadwick, Quentin, let me whip up some late–night snacks.”
“No trouble. Il be heading out.”
Howard called out indifferently, “Wait Come to the study with me”