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Chapter 320 Deep in Thought
Nicole made a few other calls, but she received similar answers. All of them said that the most they could promise
with Benedict’s condition was a 20% success rate.
This made Nicole feel rather hopeless. She clutched her phone with a helpless look on her face—she felt like she
didn’t have any idea what to do.
Eventually, she threw her phone aside. She decided that she no longer wanted to make any calls—she knew that
most of the other doctors’ answers would be the same. She could hear a ringing in her head as she pressed her
fingers against her eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had only shut her eyes to rest for a moment when Whitney pushed the door and walked in. “This is an
agreement sent from downstairs, Nicole,” Whitney said while walking in. Whitney stopped talking when she saw
how pale and tired Nicole looked.
“What’s wrong, Miss Nicole? Are you not feeling well? Do you need me to send you to the doctor’s?” Whitney asked.
Nicole shook her head as she opened her eyes to look at the documents in Whitney’s hands. She spoke while taking
the papers into her hands. “I’m fine.
I might have been too tired recently. It’s no big deal.” Whitney took a long, careful look at Nicole’s face while
frowning. “You’re scarily pale, Nicole.”
Nicole hastily looked through the documents. The contents of the records were about hiring an ambassador for
Ann. The ambassador they were looking at was Sarah Brenner, one of Nicole’s classmates in high school. What a
coincidence, Nicole thought. “I’m fine. Old Mr. Benedict has been ill recently, so perhaps I’m just worried about
him.”
“You don’t have to worry, Nicole. The Gardners are powerful—I’m sure they will have their ways. We don’t have to
worry about them,” Whitney said. “I know.”
Nicole smiled as she lowered her head to sign the documents. “Sarah Brenner used to be my classmate, so I can be
the one to talk to her about this ambassadorship.”
Whitney no longer continued the previous topic when she heard Nicole talking about work. “Yeah. I’ll let the design
department know about this,” Whitney replied with a nod.
“You can make an appointment for today afternoon. Tell her that the founder of Ann, Nicole, wants to meet her.
We’ll see if she can take some time for a meeting,” Nicole said.
Whitney nodded and left the room after receiving her orders. After she left, Nicole leaned back against the chair
and spun it around to face the back of the office.
The office room had a great view—the large floor-to-ceiling window behind her showed her the spectacular scenery
outside. She glanced out at the sight as she fell deep into her thoughts.
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Am I really going to just watch Old Mr. Benedict die on the hospital bed? She lowered her gaze to look at her hands
and shut her eyes as she recalled how her master had been lying on the hospital bed a few years ago.
Her master had worn a pained look on his face when he spoke to her. “I swear on my innocence, Nicole. I’ve never
wronged a single patient, yet I ended up with a patient who tarnished my relationship! Being a doctor is supposed
to be a sacred career, yet this career just ruined my life!
You shouldn’t be a doctor anymore, Nicole. Everyone else is going to criticize you if they know you’re my
apprentice. So, don’t be a doctor anymore, Nicole!” Moments before her master died, he clutched her hand while
mumbling to her.
Nicole knew that it wasn’t her master’s intention for her to watch a patient die without saving the patient. He simply
didn’t want her to inherit his title as he was worried that it would harm her.
Nicole was aware of this all along, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to move past her beloved master’s death.
She had witnessed him dying on the hospital bed with sorrow-filled eyes, and all of this had happened because of
his patient’s act of slandering him.
What should I do, Mom? Am I really going to watch Old Mr. Benedict die without doing anything?
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