Chapter 37
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Stanley was only interested in seeing Dr. Ceylan. As the minutes passed with no sign of the doctor, his expression grew colder.
Trish glanced at the time, her voice soft but certain. “Mr. Hawk, Dr. Ceylan must have been delayed. Who knows what Dr. Ceylan’s
working on. The doctor’s been in seclusion for three years now.”
Dr. Ceylan’s disappearance had been the biggest mystery in the medical world. No one knew the reason for the doctor’s prolonged
disappearance.
Wendy, standing by the door, rolled her eyes. She wanted Stanley to open his eyes wide and see that she had kept her word and
shown up. Even Jessica, Trish, and Sienna were her witnesses.
Seeing that Stanley’s face didn’t soften, Trish uttered, “Mr. Hawk, I’ll start by checking Jessica.”
Twenty minutes later, Stanley and Trish stood outside the door. Trish, dressed in a white silk blouse and a black pencil skirt,
looked bright and professional.
She met Stanley’s gaze–handsome and commanding–and said, “Mr. Hawk, based on my preliminary assessment, I believe
Jessica’s heart condition is due to an acquired heart defect, likely a ventricular septal defect and patent ductus arteriosus. Surgery
can correct this.”
Stanley frowned slightly, his voice low. “Is the surgery risky?”
Trish smiled, her lips curving into a seductive grin. “That depends on the specific surgical plan. Let’s exchange numbers so we
can stay in touch, Mr. Hawk.”
Trish pulled out her phone, ready to get Stanley’s number.
Wendy, who hadn’t left, watched the scene unfold, a hint of amusement flickering in her clear, bright eyes.
It seemed Trish’s intentions were far from professional. She couldn’t help but wonder why the two remarkable ladies of the Crone
family were so smitten by Stanley.
Stanley had yet to respond when a soft, clear voice interrupted. “Jessica doesn’t have an acquired heart condition. She has a
congenital heart disease.”
Trish froze before turning toward the voice to find Wendy standing there. Stanley also turned to look at her.
Wendy
y stood confidently before them, her jet–black hair tucked behind her ear, her presence radiating an effortless charm. Her striking eyes locked onto Stanley’s handsome face as she said, “Stop wasting time and find a suitable heart for Jessica. She needs
a transplant.”
Trish’s face shifted, her frustration evident. She snapped, “Wendy, what are you talking about? How dare you question me! Do you even know anything about medicine?”
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Stanley’s eyes were on Wendy, who stood poised and graceful, exuding a captivating, indescribable aura.
“Mr. Hawk, I’ve said all I needed to say. Whether you believe it or not is up to you.” Wendy turned to leave.
Behind her, Trish fumed with rage. A sixteen–year–old who had dropped out of school had the nerve to challenge her medical expertise! It was an utter humiliation.
“Mr. Hawk, don’t listen to Wendy!”
As Wendy rounded a corner to leave the hospital, her steps slowed when she spotted Jessica.
Jessica had been waiting for her.
“I heard you’ve got Mrs. Glinda backing you up. She’s stopping Stanley from divorcing you.” She scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “As a woman, I feel sorry for you. Stanley doesn’t love you. You can’t hold onto your husband, so you’ve turned to Mrs. Glinda. Wendy, you’re truly pathetic.”
Wendy met Jessica’s contemptuous gaze and smiled knowingly. “Jessica, you’re the pitiful one here. I won’t be divorcing Stanley, and you’ll forever be the hidden mistress. Look at how desperate you are.”
Jessica clenched her fists. “You little…”
But then, she smiled again. “Do you think just relying on Mrs. Glinda will save you? You’re about to learn a harsh lesson from
me
