"A thief? Are you alright? Money isn't everything. Safety is paramount." Vivian said with concern.
"I'm fine. But I met a friend."
"Friend? So you did meet a hot guy, didn’t you?" Vivian smiled.
"It's Jaydon." Kathy sighed.
"Interesting."
"It's nothing." Kathy stabbed at Vivian's forehead and shook her head resolutely.
"Could it be that you said no because he was younger than you? Or you have a thing for Reece? Well,
it seems that he hasn't been here for a long time." Vivian thought of Reece.
Reece used to often come to the hospital, but Vivian hadn't seen him for months.
"He's been transferred. You won't see him in City N in a year or so."
For Kathy, Karl's decision was unexpected. But Karl and Reece didn't get along well, and Kathy could
see it during the three-year stay with them.
Kathy went to the First Hospital to visit Jennifer after work at evening. Jennifer could be discharged in a
week. And Karl had more time to work as Kathy was here.
"Mom, how are you feeling?" Every day, the servants would bring Jennifer's meals over and Kathy
opened the lunch box for her.
"Great. I can eat well and sleep well. I want to leave the hospital early."
"I'll consult the doctor."
Jennifer looked better these days. She was energetic. But it was better for her to stay in the hospital for
observation.
After consulting the doctor about Jennifer's discharge time, Kathy returned to the ward. But soon a call
came, saying that Kathy needed to attend a medical exchange meeting in F country tomorrow on
behalf of the neurology department of the hospital she worked in.
"Just go back if it's about work." Jennifer warned.
"I have a meeting to attend tomorrow. Take care of yourself, mother."
Returning to the Bridges House, Kathy turned on her computer to receive the email. She glanced over
the schedule of the meeting and a speech at 10:00 attracted her attention.
Topic: A Study of the Causes of Headache.
Speaker: Dr Zofia Marshall
Kathy stared at the name calmly. But soon she forced herself to turn off the email.
The next day, Kathy arrived at the Rosy Hotel in downtown at 8:00 in the morning.
A familiar voice came not long after she took a seat.
"Let me have a try."
Kathy turned back only to see a young woman beside her.
She wore a white shirt and silver-gray trousers. On her waist was a burgundy belt, and on her shoulder
was a black-and-white cashmere scarf. A comfortable and smart suit.
Zofia looked totally different now.
The past three years had seen her improvement in matureness and feminization.
Suddenly Kathy felt a drumming in her temples and she turned her gaze.
"Ms Kathy, it's your phone."
Someone behind her called her. Kathy turned around and saw Zofia's gaze.
It was the first time they had talked with each other face-to-face after a three-year departure.
"Kathy, we meet again." Zofia said with arrogance.
For Zofia, as a professor working in Boston University as well as a member of the R&D Department of
the Joseph Group, she absolutely enjoyed a higher status than Kathy.
"Yes." Kathy replied with a plain face.
Soon Zofia left to get herself prepared for the speech. Kathy came to her sense and read the detail
about the schedule, in which there was an introduction about Zofia.
Involuntarily, she almost tore it to shreds.
The meeting started at 10 in the morning.
The conference hall, which could accommodate hundreds of people, was packed. And on the stage
was Zofia, who looked gorgeous and was talking about professional medicine.
She was articulate and eloquent, a side unfamiliar to Kathy.
It turned out that everyone had changed.
Joseph had changed, and so did Zofia.
She smiled mockingly. There was no denying that Zofia was charming inside out. Perhaps this was why
Joseph had a crush on her.
She was so enchanted that she listened to the speech attentively.
Kathy was still sitting in her seat when the meeting was over at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Zofia's
speech was a success and the audience applauded.
Kathy was preoccupied with taking notes and was the last to leave the meeting hall. There was also a
celebration tonight, and of course Zofia was the focus.
Kathy didn't want to go. But her colleagues tried to convince her.
"I heard that Dr Marshall is the youngest professor in Boston University. She truly is something."
"Yes. She had made achievements in a research which would take others perhaps a decade. No
wonder the Joseph Group wanted to get her."
"What's more, she is beautiful. Did you notice that many male doctors tried to chat her up just now?"
"I don't think so. In my opinion, Doctor Kathy is more feminine than her."
Hearing someone was talking about her, Kathy came to her senses. She smiled faintly and said, "Miss
Marshall is outstanding. But there was a slip-up in the speech."
Kathy was totally preoccupied with the speech. She opened her notes and had a discussion with other
doctors.
"Doctor Kathy, how careful you are! Maybe this is the reason why Mr Richard thinks highly of you."
"It's nothing. But these are negligible mistakes."
"No. It's these mistakes that would kill patients."
Everyone chatted away and Kathy picked up the champagne beside her. Suddenly, a figure attracted
her when she looked up.
Again, he was in white shirt and black trousers, a simple look yet attractive enough to make him
impressive.
At the same time, with a glass of wine in his hand, he also stared at Kathy. With him was Zofia, who
was talking with other doctors.
Kathy quickly turned around, but she couldn’t take another minute here.
There was only one word in her mind: leave.
But why did she avoid him?
It was not easy to run into each other because the medic circle was not small.
But now ... she really didn't want to see Joseph.
Especially after she knew that he had a child with Zofia. Did they ... get married?
But she didn't want to know, nor did she want to ask others.
Raising her head, she swallowed a glass of wine.
She almost stopped breathing when the hot wine was full of her stomach.
She managed to hold her tears.
"I gotta go. There is something at the hospital I kind of need to do." Kathy put down her glass and felt
dizzy.
But Joseph's gaze never left Kathy. Seeing that she was about to leave, he narrowed his eyes slightly
and said indifferently, "I'll ask the driver to drive you back."
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