No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Hey, didn't you say you needed to talk?" Yates broke the ice with a friendly nod.

Fanny quickly adjusted her tone, "Yates, this is Felicia, the girl I mentioned before. Susie, the one who needs the surgery, is her sister-in-law."

Bam! Fanny's introduction pinned me right to the spot next to Ernest.

Yates nodded, and I immediately handed over Susie's medical records.

He skimmed through them and nodded. "I've looked into Susie's case, which matches the records. The surgery is feasible and should be done as soon as possible. I've requested a heart donor so we can proceed whenever a heart becomes available."

"So, you're saying we should get Susie admitted to the hospital to prepare for the transplant as soon as possible?" Ever the professional, Fanny took over the conversation for me.

"Yes, the sooner, the better," Yates replied, his gaze softening as he looked at Fanny.

Was it my imagination, or was there a tender light in his eyes? That wasn't just any senior's look. It was the look of someone in love. Could it be that Yates had feelings for Fanny, too? Was it not unrequited love but mutual affection instead? Somehow, that idea popped into my head.

"Professor," I corrected myself before almost calling him Doctor, acknowledging his higher status.

"I'll bring her in the next few days," I promised.

Fanny also interrupted, "Thanks for taking the time, Yates."

As Yates was about to respond, a beautiful figure in a lab coat rushed over. Her professional attire and voluminous curled hair flattered her beauty, embodying the essence of professional beauty.

She naturally stopped by Yates' side. "Yates, Director Waldron is waiting for you. Let's not keep him."Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Her eyes were fixed on Yates, filled

with undeniable love. It was obvious to anyone who saw it. At that

moment could understand whyet

Fanny had kept her feelings hidden. This woman loved Yates, was always by his side, excelled in her field, and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him in battle.

From any perspective, she was the obvious choice for Yates, leaving Fanny to step back gracefully. True love might conquer all, but from someone who'd been there, piring from afar could be exhausting and often fleeting.

"Sorry to interrupt," the woman finally turned toward Fanny.

With a polite smile, Fanny replied, "No worries. You two go ahead."

As we were about to leave, Yates stopped her. "Fanny, are you free tonight?"

He called her name tenderly.

My heart skipped a beat for Fanny, and I could feel Fanny's grip on my arm tighten: Her face flushed with nerves and excitement. It seemed Yates had taken the step Fanny had been hesitant to take. And that was perfect.

As I thought Fanny would accept, she calmly asked, "Did you need something, Yates?"

The tension was palpable.

I discreetly nudged Fanny, my gaze drifting to Yates' stunning companion. Her face had stiffened, her hands clenched, her eyes darting warily toward Fanny. She was clearly on edge.

Glancing at her name badge, it read, "Professor Milly."