Chapter 79
Several days they had passed since the bidding conference, bringing them closer to the uing New
Year
Since Natalie moved in with Sherri, they were inseparable, like two peas in a pod, practically joined at
the hip. They followed a predictable routine between the hospital and residence, bing a dynamic
duo
After wrapping up their night shifts, they asionally indulged in a midnight snack. They enjoyed
cooking their meals at home the rest of the time, and Sherri had grown quite fond of Natalie’s culinary
prowess.
As the New Year drew nearer, the hospital saw many patientsing in for check-ups. Many elderly
individuals wished to undergo examinations before the new year. Consequently, the workload had
substantially increased in the past few days, keeping them busier than ever.
On the other hand, Sherri found herself with more idle time. Despite the bustling nature of the
obstetrics and gynecology department, birthing activities in the hospital followed seasonal patterns.
In Athana, the end of August marked the peak season for newborn arrivals, reaching an evident surge.
The reason was crystal clear Babies born at the end of August would be able to start school in the
same academic year, while those born after September would have to wait an extra year before their
educational journeymenced.
This prompted many mothers to calcte their dates of conception meticulously.
Of course, some wealthy individuals conceived without much consideration. As they say. “Money can
work miracles.”
As noon approached, when a young girl timidly entered the room, Sherri was calling out patient
numbers. She nced nervously and timidly at Sherri before turning around to close the door politely.
She stole another nce at Sherri and then took a seat, lowering her head shyly.
Patients came in all shapes and sizes, Sherri had a hunch and patiently asked. “What seemed to be
the problem?”
The girl kept her heal down, nervously sping her fingers. L. my period iste.”
Sherri wasn’t surprised. After years of working in the outpatient department, she had learned to pick up
on certain cues. “Normally, when did you expect your period each month?”
The girl still dared not lift her gaze, whispering. “The 6th.”
Sherri heard her, despite the faintness of her voice. “Go get a urine test done. Bring me the results in
half an hour.”
The girl remained meek, never daring to raise her head throughout the interaction. “Okay”
Watching the girl’s retreating figure. Sherri couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. Yet another girl
who had neglected to take precautions. How could theyck the foresight to protect themselves?
This was not about allowing men to feel at ease while women suffered. As a doctor, Sherri did not
advocate for abortions. Even when patients required the procedure, she always sought the assistance
of others. She had never been involved in terminating a life herself.
Her heart ached at the thought. After all, it was a fragile, precious life that deserved consideration.
During their lunch break.
Sherri shared the incident with Natalie, observing her fatigued expression. ‘Natalie, let me tell you
something. Another girl came to my outpatient department this morning. I suspect she didn’t take any
precautions and ended up getting pregnant. I gave her a urine test order, but she never returned, even
after I finished my shift. I’m afraid she might have gone to a private clinic.”
When Sherri finished her sentence, Natalie seemed to realize something, her expression hinting at
panic. “Sherri, what’s today’s date?”
Sherri nced at her, a touch of disbelief in her eyes. “Are you serious? It’s the 12th today…” She
abruptly trailed off. realizing the implications of what she had just said.
She remembered Natalie’s menstrual cycle. Their cycles were simr. Natalie’s was on the 5th, and
hers was on the 7th Thus…
Natalie’s thoughts raced as she desperately hoped that luck wouldn’t be so unkind!
Yet, her heart couldn’t help but flutter with anxiety.
Sherri was taken aback by Natalie’sument, feeling a sudden rush of panic. She nced around
the cafeteria at the people eating their meals and whispered, “Natalie, I think mine iste too. But it
can’t be…” She even doubted her own words, the uncertainty evident in her elongated tone.
Natalie tried to reassure herself, “It’s highly unlikely. Let’s not jump to conclusions. Perhaps it’s just due
to recent stress and hormonal imbnce.”
Sherri felt a pang of guilt, unable to argue further. “But I have so much free time…
Natalie fell into a momentary silence, unsure of what to say.
Sherri swallowed hard, feeling a sense of unease. To ease the tension, she suggested, “How about we
go to the pharmacy after work and get two pregnancy tests? We can take the tests tomorro morning
with our first urine
After making their decision, they both struggled to maintain focus throughout the rest of their afternoon
shift.
Meanwhile….
In the CEO’s office of the Wilson Group, Jim walked in, holding a stack of documents neatly tucked
inside a file folder.
Pushing the door open, he ced the documents on the man’s desk and discussed the contents. “Mr.
Wilson, I lovepleted the investigation you requested.”
As soon as his voice filled the room, the man’s face turned cold. These past few days, he was
surrounded by an aura that said “do not disturb”, emitting a palpable anger.
He seemed almost on the verge of inscribing the words “I am furious across his forehead.
Not only were the staff in the secretary’s office forced to hold their breath, but even the members of the
Marketing department and the nning department felt the tension in the air
Extending his cold, pale, slender fingers, he retrieved the documents from the desk. With a piercing
gaze, he skimmed through them briefly, then narrowed his upturned eyes and inquired. “Is the chef
from Sapphire City?”
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Jim presented the gathered information truthfully. “Indeed. Mr. Wilson, the chef, is registered as a
resident of Sapphire City. His motive for applying to the Grand Manor in Athana was to pursue
opportunities in the capital. The profile is concise, but it would be advisable to consult Mr. Roberts”
Jim believed Mr. Roberts must have conducted a thorough screening process when recruiting
personnel.
Given Mr. Roberts background, he likely found it easier to inquire about specific individuals.
As for why Mr. Wilson didn’t approach Mr. Roberts for this inquiry. Jim Hawk was unsure.
The man continued to flip through the documents, reaching the second page that contained information
about the two servants in the mansion, including their backgrounds. From the records, both servants
were born and raised in Athana and had never left the city. His gazended on thest name on the
page, and his eyebrows furrowed with a mix of intrigue.
Emma Lopez, an orphan, was taken in by the Lopez family from an orphanage during her early
childhood, bing their adopted daughter and the apple of their eye.
Having rified the general details, Mr. Wilson raised his gaze and inquired, “Are we certain that the
information is urate?”
Jim nodded confidently. Absolutely. We have thoroughly cross-checked every detail, and the final piece
of information has been verified multiple tintes. It is worth noting that the Lopez family has never
disclosed the fact that their daughter was adopted. ording to ounts from people close to the
family. Emma holds a special ce in the Lopez family’s heart. She is a prodigy in music, chess,
calligraphy, and painting, indicating that the Lopez family has invested significant efforts in her
upbringing. Moreover, at the age of 26, she married Harry during the same year when the Foster family
faced a severe financial crisis. Subsequently, the Lopez family injected a substantial amount of capital
into the Foster family, effectively revitalizing their business.”
Considering her status as Mr. Wilson’s former mother-inw, he refrained from using her name
directly.
Jim proceeded to provide a detailed ount of all the information he had gathered, leaving no stone
unturned.
Since they married, Trevon had never bothered to delve into this woman’s background. He had only
intended to satisfy his curiosity with a casual investigation, but little did he expect to uncover such
significant information.
If he hadn’t pursued the inquiry, Emma’s origins would have remained a lifelong secret, known only
within the Lopez family as their cherished heiress.
ording to the gathered data, the Lopez family had been instrumental in saving the Foster family
from their financial crisis. However, during his previous visit to the Foster family. Trevon couldn’t help
but notice Harry’sck of regard for his daughter. Instead, he seemed to favor Emily, and there was
even a palpable animosity toward Natalie. What concealed truths.y beneath the surface?
After a brief pause, Trevon mustered the courage to speak. His voice tinged with embarrassment. “Can
we find any information about Emma’s… biological parents?”
The name felt strangely difficult to utter directly for some inexplicable reason.
Jim couldn’t help but feel a sense of annoyance. “Mr. Wilson, it’s been quite a long time, almost 49
years ago. It’s highly challenging to uncover every detail from that time. Record-keeping systems
weren’t as advanced back then, mostly relying on paper-based records. With time, it’s doubtful that
we’ll be able to find extensive information. Furthermore, the former director who had those records has
already passed away. The avable records indicate that Mrs. Wilson was born in the same year when
Emma from the Lopez family turned 26. Should we continue the investigation?”
“Yes. Dig deeper. And also, find out the true rtionship between Emily and Harry.”
Jim sensed a hidden motive behind Mr. Wilson’s requests. “Mr. Wilson, are you discreetly investigating
on behalf of Mrs. Wilson? Are you nning to win her back?”
Finding detailed information about his deceased mother-inw would likely prove challenging.
Suppressing his inner excitement, Jim’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Mr. Wilson, are you trying to
help Mrs. Wilson? Are you nning to pursue her once again?”
Trevon gave him a cold, disdainful nce. “You seem to have plenty of free time on your hands. Did I
ever mention that I intend to pursue her?”
Jim hastily replied, “No, I’ll get back to work.” But he thought, “Keep acting aloof. But remember, when
someone else wins over Mrs. Wilson, you’ll be filled with regret.