Just then, the attending physician burst onto the scene, having caught wind of the commotion. He arrived to find a cluster of young nurses preparing to disperse. Upon spotting them, he anxiously inquired, “Where’s Hades? I heard she was being harassed?”
The attending physician’s heart nearly stopped. They had moved mountains to secure Katelyn’s services for their hospital, and now she had become entangled in a dispute with a patient’s family?
No wonder she had warned him before the surgery to minimize her interactions with patients’ relatives. If he were in her position, he wouldn’t want to deal with such troublesome families either.
Katelyn drove straight to Vincent’s residence in Yata. Though it was her first visit, the household staff immediately recognized her—she had removed her disguise while still in the car.
The servants greeted her with deep bows. “Welcome home, Miss Bailey.”
Momentarily taken aback by their formality, Katelyn dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “Take me to my room. I need to sleep first.”
The hospital hadn’t provided much rest, and she’d been rudely awakened. A quick glance at the time revealed she’d managed barely three hours of sleep. No wonder her mood was foul.
The servants, sensing her exhaustion, responded promptly. “This way, Miss Bailey.”
Vincent’s prior arrangements had ensured they knew exactly which room was designated for her stay.
After a brief shower, Katelyn collapsed into bed and drifted into a deep slumber. When she finally stirred, darkness had already claimed the sky outside.
The moment her eyes fluttered open, her stomach protested loudly at its emptiness. Katelyn rubbed her belly before pushing herself up from the bed. After sleeping the day away, she finally felt some vitality returning to her limbs.
F ? g?ν.
Just as she reached for the stairs, footsteps announced Vincent’s arrival upstairs. Their eyes met across the landing.
In the next instant, Katelyn’s gaze zeroed in on the tray of food in his hands, her eyes brightening instantly. “You’re a lifesaver. I’m absolutely famished.”
Vincent’s lips curved into a gentle smile as he regarded her. “I had a feeling you’d be waking up soon, so I thought you might need this,” he said softly.
Katelyn gratefully accepted the tray from his hands. Just as she turned to retreat to her room to eat, the sharp trill of her phone shattered the peaceful moment.
Katelyn crossed the dimly lit room, setting the food down on the coffee table before reaching for her phone. Her hand froze mid-motion as she caught sight of the caller ID, her brow furrowing in concern. “Why is Alfy calling me at this hour?”
It was ten at night. If Alfy was at her uncle’s place, she should have been tucked into bed by now—his strict household rules were unwavering when it came to bedtime.
A knot of worry formed in Katelyn’s stomach as she quickly answered the call. “Alfy, what’s wrong? Why are you calling so late?”
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