However, Stephen never accepted gifts from patients or their family, and never held back his distaste toward those who did.
“It’s people like you that social order is always a mess.”
Harvey was left speechless–was being grateful so wrong?
Still, he could not push Stephen since he was refusing–and so bluntly at that.
He was a man of dignity himself.
Still, he could not flip out at Stephen since he was Rosa’s attending physician, not to mention that the risky surgery was a success. “Just pretend I was never here.”
“Wait.” Stephen stopped him.
Harvey turned and quickly asked, “Changed your mind already?”
Stephen scowled again and berated him sternly. “I know that you’re rich, but you should not set a bad precedent just because of that. Or are you trying to tell everyone that the poor don’t deserve treatment?”
Harvey was speechless.
‘Fine, it was my fault! Again!‘
Nonetheless, Stephen continued, “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I’m not the one who operated on your mother.”
“What?!” Harvey exclaimed in shock. “If it wasn’t you, then who was it?!”
Stephen said, “It was Dr. Bernstein.”
Harvey did a double take. “Oh, it was her?”
“Yes, but according to what I know about her, she definitely would not accept your gift either.” Stephen said.
Harvey smiled but said nothing–he and Abigail went way back, and she would not be that tactless toward him.
When Abigail arrived at Melville Hospital, she did not head straight to her department, but instead headed to Obstetrics and Gynecology and spoke to Lindsay Slate’s attending physician.
She wanted the doctor to call Lindsay over.
Since they worked in the same hospital the doctor agreed to it.
Soon, Lindsay arrived at the hospital with Chad.
In reality, she would not have come at all if not for Chad. There were no issues anyway after she completed yesterday’s checkup–even if her doctor suddenly said that there was a mistake and she had to come back.
“Doctor’s orders,” Chad told her, but Lindsay remained visibly annoyed.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked.
Abigail arrived just then with a mask and a nurse’s cap. “Ms. Slate? Please come with me.”
“Didn’t I get checked yesterday already?” Lindsay asked. “Why am I called back here?”
“The doctor insisted,” Abigail replied. “There was a mistake in the examination. Please cooperate for the sake of your child and yourself.”
“That’s right,” Chad said then–he was certainly being careful with taking care of Lindsay. “Just endure this for the sake of our child. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
Abigail was basically sure right then that Lindsay was Whitney Cox–she was the only woman whom he would be this kind toward!
As she led towards an ECG room, Lindsay frowned. “An ECG?”
“Yeah,” Abigail replied.
“Go on, I’ll wait for you outside.” Chad coaxed her, while Lindsay gave him a look before following Abigail inside.
As she lay on the table, Abigail kept her back toward Lindsay as she said, “Could you please lift your blouse?
Lindsay did as she was told, and as Abigail attached the electrode wires on her, she deliberately checked her underarm and found a mole.
Whitney had the same mole, and Abigail had seen it at the dormitories.
The shape and position was identical–it was too much of a coincidence, and the only explanation was that Lindsay was Whitney.
Still, Abigail composed herself and kept faking the ECG before handing her the test results.
As Lindsay sat up, she said, “You sound familiar.”
Abigail giggled but otherwise said nothing, while Lindsay headed outside with the test results.
Handing it to Chad, Lindsay told him, “Take this to the doctor.”
“What about you?” Chad asked.
“I’m going to the washroom. I’ll come to you when I’m done.”
Chad nodded, and Lindsay waited until Chad had left before tailing Abigail. When they arrived at someplace quiet, she said, “Abigail Bernstein.”
Abigail could hear Lindsay, but she did not turn around or respond.
However, Lindsay knew that her secret was out and that Abigail knew who she was, so she simply gave up on pretending. “I know it’s you, Abigail Bernstein–I’ve been careless. I should have recognized your voice, but I only caught on when I saw you checking my underarm.”
Abigail finally turned around just then, and asked, “You know me?”
“There’s no need to hide now. We both know what’s going on. Don’t you think we should talk?”
Abigail stared at Whitney, suddenly unsure what she was up to. “What do you want?”
“I just wanted to talk, but if you don’t want to, fine.”
Whitney turned and started to leave, but Abigail stopped her, and they headed to the staircase.
“I never expected that it’d be you who found out first, Whitney said as she stared at Abigail. “Diarmuid
Althoff tried to kill me because of you. Don’t you think I deserve to hold a grudge?”
“You deserved it. Do you still not understand what you’ve done? You are the reason I lost a child, and as the father, Diarmuid definitely wants you dead. He’d be unfitting as a father if he is unmoved.”
Whitney narrowed her eyes. “He knows.”
“Of course,” Abigail replied.
Whitney clenched her hand and relaxed, but her heart was ablaze with spite and jealous. “That’s why he was being so protective, shielding you from that blast.”
Abigail laughed. “Of course. He has been so sweet, not to mention that he outshines Chad in every way You know that, don’t you? Not only would he shield me from that bomb, but he was willing to die doing it. You can try something else if you don’t believe me.”
She was deliberately provoking Whitney, but Whitney sharply noticed that Abigail was trying to trick a confession out of her, and she quickly said, “What bomb? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “You know Diarmuid was hurt from a blast. What, are you saying that you’re not the one who planted the bomb?”
Abigail pretended to be puzzled, but Whitney had learned her lesson and did not take that easily.
“Don’t try to frame me,” she growled as she moved closer to Abigail. “You stole my man, Abigail Bernstein, and it’s time we settled this.”
Abigail simply retreated to keep her distance. “Your man? What, are you saying that you’re not the brazen one who pretended to be me? You wouldn’t even have had the chance to get acquainted with Diarmuid if not for me, and you’re still shameless enough to say that he’s yours? How thick–skinned… Or is your skin made of rock?”
She unceremoniously exposed Whitney, humiliating her.
As Whtiney remembered her inglorious past, her face contorted and she lunged toward Abigail.
However, Abigail quickly evaded Whitney, since she was prepared for it.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.