Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 303

The morning’s surgeries had barely ended when Amy rushed over to Leanne.

“Dr. Castillo, we just admitted a patient suspected of having uveitis. Ruben asked for you to check on him.”

“Right away.” Leanne swiftly changed out of her scrubs, donned her white coat, and headed to the ward.

Several people surrounded the hospital bed, same sitting, some standing. As Leanne entered, multiple gazes shifted toward her.

Suzan, Claudine, and a few unfamiliar people were there, while Harrington lay on the bed.

Upon seeing her, Ruben promptly introduced her to the group. “This is Dr. Castillo from our department who is young and talented. Her expertise in uveitis is well recognized. She’s also known for her great character. I think she’s the best choice for Mr. Wright’s consultation. What do you think?”

“It’s you,” Harrington faded his smile, a clear displeasure evident in his tone.

Remaining professional, Leanne greeted him, “Mr. Wright.”

Ruben, sensing the tension in the air, glanced back and forth between Leanne and the Wright family.

The patient was a high-profile one, personally admitted by the deputy director. Ruben had thought that Leanne, with her past as a high-society wife, would be perfect for the job, but it seemed he had misjudged the situation.

Harrington scrutinized her with a critical eye. “She’s only been working for a few years as a woman. What kind of expertise could she have? Doesn’t your hospital have other specialists?”

“There are indeed other specialists,” Ruben hurried to explain. “Dr. Smith is also an expert in uveitis, but he’s away on a consultation right now.”

Harrington was reluctant to have Leanne examine him, and Leanne wasn’t particularly eager to entangle herself more with his family than necessary.

Despite not specializing in uveitis, Leanne’s experience in ophthalmology was extensive.

Ruben might not have the best personality, but his medical skills were competent. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Leanne decided to step away, “Then, I’ll leave you to it.”

“Wait,” Suzan suddenly spoke up, persuading Harrington. “Dad, since it’s Leanne’s area of expertise and we all know each other, it might be best to let her handle it.”

Leanne wasn’t sure what Suzan was scheming but responded, “There are many more

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experienced doctors in our department. Ruben is more skilled. Let them take care of Mr. Wright.”

Harrington wasn’t keen on Leanne, just some orphan who turned into a thorn in their family’s side.

He might disdain her, but he wouldn’t allow her to refuse treating him.

“How do doctors have the right to refuse treating patients?” Harrington spoke with the authority of a seasoned chairman. “Since Suzan and your chief have recommended you, let’s proceed with you then.”

Doctors indeed couldn’t refuse to treat patients, bound by both law and ethics.

Leanne, more professional and broad-minded than Harrington, had previously treated Suzan’s injuries and wouldn’t refuse to treat him now.

“I have no issues with that. If you’ve made up your mind, I’ll prepare some tests to better understand the causes and extent of the uveitis,” she stated calmly.

Leanne was in the middle of a busy afternoon when an unexpected call from Harrington came through.

“Come over now!” he demanded curtly.

“I’m currently in the clinic…”

Before she could finish, he hung up.

Leanne just shrugged, put her phone down, and kept checking on her patients.

Later that afternoon, Jennifer arrived at ElitePinnacle in a chic and elegant suit, ushered respectfully to the CEO’s office by the secretary.

Curtis was absorbed in documents, graphs, and texts sprawled across the table.

“Mr. Richardson, your mother is here,” announced the secretary.

Without looking up, Curtis instructed, “Make a coffee with milk but no sugar.”

Once the secretary left, Jennifer approached.

“Have a seat,” Curtis said distractedly, gesturing to the cluttered coffee table, his features sharp against the black leather.

“Something on your mind?” he asked, multitasking.

“I can wait,” Jennifer replied, noting his busyness.

“Just spit it out,” he insisted, still focused on his documents. “Busy day today. I need to see the kids later.”

“See the kids?” Jennifer was confused. “Whose kids?”

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“Obviously, mine and Leanne’s,” Curtis said as if it were the most natural thing.

“What are you even talking about? Since when do you and Leanne have kids?” Jennifer pressed, growing uneasy.

“Let’s not get into that now,” Curtis waved her off, his attention still split.

“Talk the truth to me.” Jennifer continued.

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