Chapter 92


    Chapter 92


    Startled, Leanne nced back, her eyes tracing Curtis, who stood imposingly behind her.


    With one hand firmly gripping the wheelchair handle, Curtis halted its momentum and wrapped an arm


    around her waist, rescuing her from the tangle at the back of the


    wheelchair.


    Curtis looked down at her with a casual drawl, “Having a bit of fun, are we? Racing wheelchairs in the


    hospital like it’s Fast & Furious?”


    “I wasn’t having fun,” Leanne retorted, quickly brushing off his hand and putting some distance


    between them.


    She was on the verge of asking Curtis his reason for being there when the sight of the person beside


    him brought her up short. Quick surprise flickered across her face before she managed a courteous,


    “Hello, director.”


    Selina, who had a history of stirring trouble and surviving battles, knew the importance of speaking up


    first. Before Ruben could utter a word, she preemptively used, “So, you’re the hospital director? I’ve


    heard Dr. Sandra is your niece, with quite a powerful connection. It seems you’ve manipted things


    behind the scenes, snatching Dr. Castillo’s promotion and giving it to her. I’m just too honest, you know.


    I couldn’t stand injustice, so I spoke up, and the next thing I knew, they both attacked me and even


    snatched my phone. Here I am, a defenseless patient with a broken leg, who got confined to a


    wheelchair, and they nearly beat me to a pulp! Oh my, is this hospital run by the mob?”


    Ruben was speechless.


    Sandra was also at a loss for words.? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    The director’s face soured as he red at Ruben, his voice stern. “Is this your idea of patient rtions?


    Kicking up such a fuss and even daring toy your hands on a patient? Do you no longer wish to


    remain the chief physician?”


    After years of service, Ruben had never felt so wronged and protested, “Director, I swear I didn’t beat


    anyone. Check the security footage if you don’t believe me!”


    “Enough!” The director shot him a fierce look. “Want to embarrass yourself more, do you? Now,


    apologize to thedy!”


    With immense frustration, Ruben had no choice but to relent, “I apologize, Ms. Turner. I was in the


    wrong today.”


    Selina extended her hand. “My phone.”


    Curtis nced at Leanne, who stood with a passive face, not crying or making a fuss nor seeking


    someone to stand up for her. She appeared untouched as if the stolen promotion


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    had no consequence for her.


    “So, hospital promotions are all about who you know,” Curtis remarked, revealing newfound insight.


    He was in a crisp, light-grey suit that day, his broad shoulders and long legs entuating his


    aristocratic charm mingled with a hint of naughty ir. His mere presence demanded


    attention.


    With a slight quirk on his lips, he said carelessly, “It seems my wife’s background isn’t quite strong


    enough.”


    His wife? Sandra and Ruben were bewildered.


    Leanne quickly shot him a look, urging him to keep quiet.


    Oblivious to her silent plea, Curtis ignored her signals and continued to fan the mes. “I wondered


    why you’ve been so moodying home. It exins why you’ve been taking out your frustration on


    me.”


    Leanne was speechless.


    Leanne gritted her teeth, frustrated. She hadn’t taken out her frustration on him?


    ting drama out of thin air!


    es darted back and forth between Leanne and Curtis, sparking with curiosity.


    Was at her wit’s end with Curtis.


    d been out of the picture for over two years and was back as if nothing had pened.


    hey were on the brink of divorce, and having others learn of their rtionship would onlyplicate


    matters.


    Ignoring her indifference, Curtis reached out to pull her in.


    Given several pairs of eyes, he drew Leanne into an intimate embrace.


    Leanne tried to push him away, but Curtis caught her wrist, his right arm encircling her waist, pulling


    her closer.


    “It’s my fault,” he proimed, oozing hypocritical righteousness, “I haven’t been assertive enough. Our


    family doesn’t wield as much influence as others, and you’re suffering at work because of it.” His tone


    turned to tease, “So what should we do? Maybe buy the hospital for you to run?”


    Leanne would have stomped on his foot if it weren’t for all the eyes on them.


    Lunatic!


    Who would buy a hospital on a whim?