Chapter 54
Chapter 54
“Gwendolyn, you’re really in for it with the internship assessment next Monday, teased Mamie, her
voiceced with a sneer, “Without a mentor to hold your hand, you’re practically out the door.”
Gwendolyn didn’t bat an eyelid, her icy gaze betraying none of the turmoil Mamie hoped to see.
Instead, it was Mamie who shifted ufortably under the weight of Gwendolyn’s
serene stare.
“Let’s make a bet, Gwendolyn.” Mamie’s temper red, her ego bruised, “We’ll see who scores higher
on the assessment. The loser packs her bags. You in?”
Gwendolyn lifted her chin slightly, standing tall with a voice both soft and resolute, “You’re on. Loser
leaves.”
With a huff, Mamie stormed off. Book smarts were one thing, but practical exams were a whole
different beast. Gwendolyn was toast.
Gwendolyn made her way back to the locker room, gathered her things, and, as usual, headed to
Room 2103.
“Today, I’ll be giving you a massage to help with cirction,” she said, gently assisting Eve to lie down.
Eve peered at her with a scrutinizing gaze before finally speaking coldly, “Miss, you ought to have
some self–respect.” The hospital’s rumor mill had been churning, and it hadn’t taken much for Eve to
catch wind of the gossip.
“Character is everything in our line of work.”
She continued, her brow furrowed in distaste, “Why lower yourself to being the other
woman?”
Gwendolyn continued her massage, pressing down on the necessary points in silence.
Eve grew more agitated, “There is no smoke without fire. Don’t you dare get cozy with me to reach our
Sanford. The Lopez family is a respectable family, and we don’t wee women of your sort.”
Gwendolyn paused, then looked up, her clear, defiant eyes meeting Eve’s.
Eve faltered, guilt seeping into her voice, “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Damn it, her cold exterior was cracking, and she actually felt a pang of sympathy for Gwendolyn.
Silence spread through the room like a creeping vine.
After half an hour of massage, Gwendolyn’s hands were sore.
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Breaking the silence, Eve awkwardly praised, “You’ve got better hands than Dr. Yates. You must’ve put
in a lot of effort.”
“Fancy some fruit?” Gwendolyn’s voice was a soft murmur.
Eve was about to boast about her refined pte when she instead said, “I eat fruit, but only the finest,
the premium stuff. None of that pesticideden market rubbish for me.”
“Alright.” Gwendolyn’s voice was velvety as she fetched several ss containers from the locker room
and swiftly returned to the hospital.
Opening the boxes one by one, they revealed an array of top–tier blueberries, cherries, pears, and
pineapples.
Recognizing the quality, Eve gave Gwendolyn a surprised nce, “Does Bayridge Hospital pay its
interns that well, or is it…”
She observed Gwendolyn’s clear–eyed sincerity and practical nature, not the type to seek out a sugar
daddy.
“My family prepared them,” Gwendolyn exined.
Not wanting the fruit to go to waste or to share it with her petty colleagues, she decided to offer the
to this temperamental olddy.
Eve nodded, picking up a fork and beginning to eat, “Women should eat plenty of fruit. Good for the
skin and the body. When I was young.
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Gwendolyn sat quietly, listening to her stories, her mind drifting.
A blueberry popped into her mouth, and she chewed reflexively, its sweetness flooding her pte.
“Don’t take life so seriously, girl. My granddaughter doesn’t have a care in the world,” Eve said, putting
down her fork, “Gifts blind the eyes. I won’t give you a hard time anymore.
Eve’s resolve had melted.
Gwendolyn looked at her and allowed herself a slow, gentle smile.
True to her word, Eve didn’t hassle her for the rest of the day. Gwendolyn’s work was simplified, almost
leisurely.
At six in the evening, her shift ended.
Then, Gwendolyn’s phone rang, and Marina’s anxious cries came through, “Mrs. Chadwick, Mr.
Chadwick’s been in an ident. He’s in critical condition.”
Hearing it, Gwendolyn’s body turned ice–cold, and her heart clenched in agony.