Josephine was best at using her meekness and tears as her weapon. She knew that this was a woman’s specialty. If she used it well, a man would listen to herand he would not even realize.


    For the past few years, she had always been using this on Theodore.


    Josephine and Everleigh were twopletely different peopleand Theodore was well aware.When Everleigh disappeared, he was simply angry at the past. He ended up lookingfor someone who waspletely different from her. It was as if only by doing so, he could prove that he did not love Everleigh and had never loved her before.


    The advantage of deceiving yourself is that you will slowly think it’s true as time passes by.


    Truth be told, he was indifferent towards women who excessively showed their weakness. Right then, Josephine’s teary look on her face was annoying him.


    “The marriage deal will remain,” his voice was not loud, but there was a hint of coldness in it. He did not give any exnationas if he was saying an oxymoron.


    Josephine paused her sobs for a moment, then her tears fell all at once.


    Theodore frowned and became a little impatient. He took out two pieces of tissue and handed them to her.


    “Thank you.” Josephine lowered her head to wipe away her tears. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed Theodore’s expression. She tried her best to suppress her sobs and wiped away her tears.


    After the car had driven for a while, Josephine got what she wanted and did not n to say anything else. She had been overwhelmed by this matter for the past few days. She knew that the more she spoke, the more mistakes she would make.


    “Have you been toYoreast Hills Garden often during this period of time?”


    Theodore’s voice sounded within the car. There was no emotion in it; it was as if he was simply asking a casual question.


    However, Josephine was very careful. She only said ‘Yes’ and did not say anything else.


    “Did the people in the Yoreast Hills Garden mention her to you?”


    “Her?” Josephine’s heart skipped a beat. Although she already knew the answer, she did not dare assume, “Who are you talking about?”


    Theodore was silent for a second, and then he mentioned, “Everleigh.”


    Josephine clenched her fists, pretended to be calm, and said, “No, I don’t think your family knows what happened to Everleigh, right?”


    “My mother has never mentioned her to you?”


    Josephine shook her head, her expression was timid, “Why?”


    Theodore frowned when he saw how meek and timid the woman was. She did not seem like she was lying. “It’s nothing. I was just asking.”


    Theodore could not forget what Christopher told him in the hospital that day. Seven years ago, someone intimidated Everleighand she had to leave Ocpeace City. The person behind it was rted to the Godfrey family.


    September was the beginning of the school seasonand Ocpeace Medical University arranged four lessons for Everleigh each week.


    In the first ss of the semester, Everleigh wrote one word on the ckboard: ‘value’.


    “Today is your firstpulsory ss on cardiology theory. I’m your lecturer, Everleigh Trevino. In the first ss, we will talk about this word instead of theory.”


    Thecardiology theorysswas big. The students were all freshmen and had upied half of the small auditorium.These freshmen were passionate and enthusiastic about medicine. No matter what their purpose in enrolling to Ocpeace Medical University was, most of them would end up in the medical care industry eventually.


    Everleigh stood tall on the podium. “What do you think is the value of your life?”


    Some students raised their hands and answered, “The value of my life is to be a good doctor, to cure diseases and save lives.”


    Some replied, “My value is to do my job well and actualize my dreams in life.”


    Some were utilitarians, “The medical industry will always be on the rise. Development in this industry is a great way to gain sess.”


    …


    After various answers, Everleigh nced across every corner of the ssroom. “You all have your own understanding of value. Everyone’s understanding of value is different. There is no standard answer. As long as you think it’s your value, then it’s yours, but what I want to discuss today is the value of bing a doctor.”


    …


    “Which of these two doctors do you think is more valuable? A doctor who has published books and articles in major hospitals and even internationally, or a barefooted doctor who does house to house visitations in poor areas?”


    There were many students in the auditorium and they all had different answers.


    “Of course, it’s the doctor whohas published books and articles. These articles can save more lives.”


    Everleighheard the discussion, looked at the direction of the conversationand said, “Is there a distinction based on value? If there is none, then is there a difference between saving one life and saving 10, 000 lives? As long as we work hard, ording to our best abilities, can we say that his value is not as high?”


    The students fell silent.


    “Alright,” Everleigh smiled lightly, “There is no definite answer to this topic. I just wanted to share my views with you. All of us sitting here will definitely be doctors in the future. What kind of doctor you want to depend on where you think your value can be actualized.”


    …


    When the ss was over, Everleigh opened the bottle of water on the podium and took a sip. She took a look at her phone and noticed a missed call. It was from the head of department.


    “Hello? Dr. Morgan, I was in a ss just now so I was not with my phone. What’s the matter?”


    “I know, it’s okay. Dr. Trevino, are you in a hurry to leave?”


    “Hmm,” Everleigh nced at her watch, “No, I’m not in a hurry.”


    “Then pleasee to the school office. There’s someone here who wants to meet you.”


    Everleigh was taken aback for a moment and said, “Someone wants to meet me? Who?”


    “You’ll know when you get here,” the department head said in a rxed and pleasant voice. It seemed to be something good.


    It was a10-minute walk from thesmall auditorium to the school office.It was 12 o’clock in the afternoonand many students were headingto the canteen. Everleigh was heading in the opposite direction so it was slightly difficult for her to get through.


    She was sweating all over when she arrived at the office.


    “Dr.Morgan.” Everleigh knocked on the door.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    “The door is not locked,e on in.” The department head’s voice came from the inside.


    As soon as she opened the door, Everleigh was immediately startled at the sight of the figure that was sitting by the coffee table, “Miss Miller?”


    Yvonne was Loraine’s mother. Loraine wasthe girl whom she sent home that night. She wore a light gray dress with a simple ck canvas bag next to her. She looked simple, fresh, and artistic.


    Yvonne was alsostartled.She never expected Everleigh to see her.


    “Do you know each other?” The department head looked at them in surprise.


    Everleigh came to her senses and exined, “We met once. Miss Miller’s daughter came to the city hospital not long ago.”


    Yvonne smiled. “Thank you, Dr. Trevino, for sending Loraine home that day. I’ve never gotten the chance to express my gratitude.”


    “Isn’t this a coincidence?” The head of department pped his hands andughed heartily. “Miss Miller, the private family doctor that I wanted to introduce to you is Dr. Trevino. Dr. Trevino is our school’s newly hired teacher. She is an expert in cardiology.”


    Everleigh felt her heart tightened upon hearing this.


    She knew about the private doctor matter, but didn’t Christopher say that she was Theodore’s stepmother?


    Miss Miller?