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Chapter 215
Chapter 215
Eve clutches her chest, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Are you holding a gridge for how I treated you bank then? I apologize. You can saf ©nny terrns you like”
“t’s not that Gwendolyn felt a weight heavy as stone press upon her heart an she steeled herself to say, “I can’t go against my mentor’s wishes, I can’t agree to your request”
At her words, Eve felt a sense of resigned realization.
Deflated Eve’s expression tumed ashen. 1 knew it was too much to hope for We broke the rules first. I don’t blame you‘
Back in the day, Claude had got treatment from Silas, a line that Enoch would never cross-
But Eve was reluctant to let go of that sliver of hope, though she knew deep down that her younger son was unlikely to wake up.
Gwendolyn Furrowed her brows. It was the rules again.
She had no clue what had transpired in the past, and Enoch never mentioned a word of it to her.
As Gwendolyn was about to inquire further, Marina’s questioning voice echoed from the stairwell. “Ms. Hamilton, what are you doing
Gwendolyn and Eve tumed their attention in that direction.
Selina brushed back, her cascading hair. “I just went to check out the studio. There are so many memories of Howie and me there. I
didn’t expect it to be as it was.”
Marina replied calmly. “The house has been hectic. I plan to sort it out another day.”
“Selina, that’s impolite. You’re a quest. You can’t just wander off, Eve scolded with feigned annoyance.
Selina
wrapped her arm around her cooing, “I’m sorry. I just forgot for a moment that fim a quest. I came here so often that I knew it
better than Ms. Quigley”
Then she looked up at Gwendolyn, continuing. “You don’t mind, do you, Ms. Quigley?”
“Actually, I do mind,” Gwendolyn said softly, “So, Ms. Hamilton, please don’t be so impolite next time. Howard doesn’t like others
touching his things.”
Selina’s every other word was about Howard, which grated on Gwendolyn
The comers of Selina’s mouth curled into a cold, emotionless smile.
Heavy–hearted, Eve spoke up. “Gwendolyn, we should be going. Let’s pretend I never asked anything of you today”
“Take care.” Gwendolyn did not attempt to detain her.
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After Selina and Eve left, Gwendolyn received a phone call.
She responded eamestly. “Okay, I’ll be right there.”
Half an hour later, Gwendolyn hailed a cob to the hospital, heading straight for the large conference hall,
The hospital was organizing a mass meeting for a free clinic initiative, sending young doctors to rural areas to provide villagers with
free medical services
The conference room was full of young doctors and nurses from different departments. Sitting in the back, Sandra waved her over, “Gwendolyn, over here!”
Gwendolyn hurried over and sat down, asking. “Is the turnout always this big?”
Sandra murmured, “It’s for the hospital’s fiftieth–anniversary charity event. The media will cover it, too. Each department will pick two young doctors for rural service, all volunteers.”
Gwendolyn nodded in understanding.
“Gwendolyn,” Sandra grasped her wrist, “the hospital leadership is keen on you going because you’ve become quite well–known lately. But don’t agree without a second thought. This charity work is no picnic.”
“Why not?” Gwendolyn asked, puzzled
Looking like she’d been there and done that, Sandra advised, “The conditions in the countryside can be tough, the dialects hard to understand, and the cell service spotty. When it rains, it’s easy to lose contact. And some patients can be unreasonable, brash, and
crude.”
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Eve clutched her chest, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Are you holding a grudge for how I treated you back then? I apologize. You can set any terms you like.”
“It’s not that.” Gwendolyn felt a weight heavy as stone press upon her heart as she steeled herself to say, “I can’t go against my mentor’s wishes. I can’t agree to your request”
At her words. Eve felt a sense of resigned realization.
Deflated, Eve’s expression turned ashen. “I knew it was too much to hope for. We broke the rules first. I don’t blame you.”
Back in the day, Claude had got treatment from Silas, a line that Enoch would never cross.
But Eve was reluctant to let go of that sliver of hope, though she knew deep down that her younger son was unlikely to wake up.
Gwendolyn furrowed her brows. It was the rules again.
She had no clue what had transpired in the past, and Enoch never mentioned a word of it to her.
As Gwendolyn was about to inquire further, Marina’s questioning voice echoed from the stairwell. “Ms. Hamilton, what are you doing upstairs?”
Gwendolyn and Eve turned their attention in that direction.
Selina brushed back her cascading hair. “I just went to check out the studio. There are so many memories of Howie and me there. I didn’t expect it to be as it was.”
Marina replied calmly. “The house has been hectic. I plan to sort it out another day.”
“Selina, that’s impolite. You’re a quest You can’t ju
wander off, Eve scolded with feigned annoyance.
Selina wrapped her arm around her, cooing, Tm sorry. I just forgot for a moment that I’m a guest. I came here so often that I knew it better than Ms. Quigley.”
Then she looked up at Gwendolyn, continuing. “You don’t mind, do you, Ms. Quigley?”
“Actually, I do mind, Gwendolyn said softly, “So, Ms. Hamilton, please don’t be so impolite next time. Howard doesn’t like others touching his things.”
Selina’s every other word was about Howard, which grated on Gwendolyn
The comers of Selina’s mouth curled into a cold, emotionless smile
Heavy–hearted, Eve spoke up, “Gwendolyn, we should be going. Let’s pretend I never asked anything of you today”
“Take care.” Gwendolyn did not attempt to detain her. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
After Selina and Eve left, Gwendolyn received a phone call.
She responded earnestly. “Okay, I be night there.”
Half an hour later, Gwendolyn hailed a cab to the hospital, heading straight for the large conference hall.
The hospital was organizing a mass meeting for a free clinic initiative, sending young doctors to rural areas to provide villagers with free medical services.
The conference room was full of young doctors and nurses from different departments. Sitting in the back, Sandra waved her over “Gwendolyn, over here!”
Gwendolyn hurried over and sat down, asking “is the tumout always this big?”
Sandra murmured, “It’s for the hospitals fiftieth–anniversary charity event. The media will cover it, too. Each department will pick two young doctors for rural service, all volunteers”
Gwendolyn nodded in understanding.
“Gwendolyn,” Sandra grasped her wrist, “the hospital leadership is keen on you going because you’ve become quite well–known lately. But don’t agree without a second thought. This charity work is no picnic.”
“Why not?” Gwendolyn asked, puzzled
Looking like she’d been there and done that Sandra advised, “The conditions in the countryside can be tough, the dialects hard to understand, and the cell service spotty. When it rains, it’s easy to lose contact. And some patients can be unreasonable, brash, and crude”