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Chapter 90: Chapter 90

Chapter 90 Chapter 90

(Elena’s POV)

“Then I have to thank you.” I smiled, meeting Sophin’s calculating gaze directly. “If it weren’t for Sophia pushing things along, how could I have come to work?”

The words hung in the air between us like a challenge. Nathan shifted uncomfortably beside me, his collar still pulled high to hide those telltale marks.

Sophia’s expression flickered with confusion, though I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. “I don’t

understand what you mean, Healer Elena.”

I stepped closer to her, lowering my voice to a whisper that only she could hear. The corridor around us buzzed with the usual hospital activity, but our little bubble felt isolated and dangerous.

Im not pregnant, Sophia. There was no miscarriage” I watched her face carefully, savoring the moment of

revelation. “Are you disappointed?”

The color drained from Sophia’s face like water from a broken dam. Her carefully constructed s

crumbled, replaced by naked shock.

Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly, like a fish gasping for air. The confident mask she always wore slipped completely.

Before she could recover enough to respond, I turned back to Nathan with a pleasant smile. I should return

to my department now.”

Nathan nodded, still looking uncomfortable about our unexpected encounter. Take care of yourself.”

I walked away, leaving Sophia standing frozen in the corridor. I could feel her stare burning into my back, but I

didn’t turn around.

My right arm was still recovering from the fracture, so the hospital had reassigned me from surgeries to pre–operative consultations. It was lighter work, but I missed the intensity of the operating room.

During my lunch break, I approached one of my Medical Colleagues about the surveillance footage from my fall. “Did you manage to check the cameras around the stairwell?”

She shook her head apologetically. The cameras don’t cover that particular hallway. And so many people pass through there daily – it would be impossible to identify who might have pushed you.”

I nodded, having expected as much. Whoever had targeted me had chosen their location carefully.

Later that afternoon, I received word that Joyce Harrison was being formally discharged and had specifically requested to see me. Deputy Minister Harrison had arranged the appointment personally

I made my way to the Recovery Ward, knocking softly on the door before entering. “Mrs. Harrison?”

“Come in, please,” came the warm reply from inside.

Deputy Minister Harrison was carefully packing his wife’s belongings into a leather suitcase. He looked up as I entered, his face brightening with genuine gratitude.

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“Dr. Blackwood, you’re here.” Joyce Harrison greeted me from her bed, looking remarkably well for someone who had undergone such complex brain surgery. “I wanted to thank you personally for the successful

operation.”

I approached her bedside with a professional smile. “I’m just glad you’re feeling well, Mrs. Harrison

Joyce’s eyes sparkled with something beyond mere gratitude. “Actually, I wanted to discuss something important with you. Have you ever considered transferring hospitals?”

The question caught me off guard. Transferring?”

“Specifically, to the Riverside Administrative Medical Center,” she continued, her voice gaining enthusiasm. “It’s known for its excellent benefits and truly advanced medical technology. The research opportunities there are unparalleled.”

I felt a flutter of interest despite myself. “I’m not sure I would qualify for such a prestigious position.”

Joyce laughed softly, shaking her head. “Dr. Blackwood, your skills surpass even the specialists at the Administrative Medical Center. I’ve done my research on you.”

She leaned forward slightly, her expression earnest. “Your perfect score in medical school, your successful brainstem tumor removal during your internship – these achievements speak for themselves.”

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Deputy Minister Harrison nodded in agreement. “My wife has already spoken with Director Henr you. He agrees that your accomplishments make you a perfect fit for the Administrative Medical Center.”

The offer was tempting, more tempting than I wanted to admit. I thought about the three years I had spent at

the Northern Territory Central Healing Institute, staying primarily because of Marcus

This time, I should choose what I wanted for myself.

“Could I discuss this directly with Director Baker?” I asked, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

Joyce’s face lit up with pleasure. “Of course! Harold, give her the contact information.”

Deputy Minister Harrison pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. “Here’s his direct number. Tell

him we spoke

Joyce reached out and squeezed my uninjured hand gently. “Contact me after you speak with the director. I

have a feeling this could be exactly what you’re looking for.”

I left the ward with Director Baker’s contact information burning a hole in my pocket. The possibility of a

fresh start, away from all the complications of the Northern Territory, felt like a lifeline.

The next morning. I made my way to Director Henry Baker’s office. He looked up from his paperwork as I

knocked on his open door.

“Elena, come in. What can I do for you?”

I settled into the chair across from his desk, suddenly nervous. “I wanted to

recommendation about the Riverside Administrative Medical Center.”

discuss Mrs. Harrison’s

Director Baker’s face broke into a genuine smile. “Ah, yes. She spoke very highly of you. The Administrative Medical Center would be lucky to have someone of your caliber?

He leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. The benefits there are indeed superior to what we offer here. It would be a significant career advancement.”

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I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. There’s one thing I need to ask of you, Director Baker. Could you keep my potential transfer confidential? Especially from Marcus?”

Director Baker studied my face for a moment, understanding flickering in his eyes. “Of course, Elena. Your career decisions are your own to make”

Relief flooded through me. “Thank you. I appreciate your discretion.”

That evening, I returned to Moonhaven Estate to find Marcus standing by the window in the Great Hall, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice was low and urgent, though I couldn’t make out the words.

He ended the call as I entered, turning to face me with an unreadable expression.

“How was your day?” he asked, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“Fine,” I replied simply, not wanting to elaborate.

Marcus studied my face for a moment, then seemed to come to some decision. “Why don’t we order dinner?

Something special.”

I nodded, curious about his sudden interest in domestic arrangements. That sounds nice.

Within an hour, staff from Moonstone Manor had transformed our dining room into something re romantic restaurant. Fresh roses adorned the table, moonlight wine chilled in an ice bucket, and

candles cast a warm glow over everything.

Marcus pulled out my chair with unusual gallantry. “I wanted to apologize for being away for three days.

Consider this my compensation.”

I settled into my seat, studying the elaborate setup. “It’s fine. I had Catherine Hayes for company.”

Marcus paused in the act of pouring wine, something flickering across his face. He seemed to be contemplating something important, but the moment passed.

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I ate quietly, largely unaffected by the romantic atmosphere. The food was excellent, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all performance rather than genuine sentiment.

After dinner, I excused myself and returned to our bedroom, ignoring Marcus’s lingering gaze. I had more pressing concerns than his sudden romantic gestures.

From my medical bag, I retrieved a small kit containing a contraceptive injection I had brought from the hospital. The monthly injection would ensure that no matter what happened between Marcus and me, there would be no unexpected consequences.

In the Alpha’s Private Bath Chamber, I prepared the injection with practiced efficien smoothly into my arm, delivering its protective payload.

The needle slid

I was disposing of the syringe when I heard footsteps approaching. Quickly, I hid the evidence and pulled my

shirt back down.

Marcus entered the bathroom without knocking, catching me in the act of adjusting my clothing.

“Why didn’t you knock?” I demanded, my heart racing from the close call.

He leaned against the doorframe, his golden eyes amused. “Interesting timing for a shower.”

“I was just changing clothes,” I said quickly, perhaps too quickly.

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Marcus approached me slowly, his presence filling the small space. The clothes are coming off anyway,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear

I instinctively flinched away, using my injured arm as an excuse. “My arm still hurts.”

His expression softened unexpectedly, and he reached out to gently touch my cast. For a moment, I saw something that looked almost like genuine concern in his eyes

“You would know how it feels if you had been pushed down the stairs,” I said, unable to keep the bitterness

from my voice.

Marcus chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it. “Are you holding a grudge?”

He released my arm but kept his hands on my waist, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Be careful while showering. Don’t get the cast wet”

I nodded absently, just wanting him to leave so I could properly dispose of the injection evidence.

After he left, I looked down at the cotton ball I was still holding against my injection site. That had been far

too close for comfort.

The next day brought new complications. I learned that Natalie Dawson’s mother, Nurse Delia Thoman, had been fired from her position as a hospital caregiver. The timing was suspicious – she had been jus away from retirement.

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Natalie confronted me in the corridor, her face streaked with tears. “My mother was dismissed because of her association with your fall! How could you do this to her?”

I was genuinely shocked. “I didn’t know about any firing. I never accused your mother of anything.”

“Are you telling me it really wasn’t you?” Natalie’s voice cracked with emotion.

“I promise you, I’ll investigate this with Director Baker immediately,” I assured her, already heading toward his

office.

As I approached Director Baker’s office, I could hear voices inside. Through the partially open door, I caught sight of Marcus sitting across from the director’s desk.

Director Baker noticed me first. ‘Elena, come in.”

Marcus turned to look at me, his expression unreadable. I felt trapped but had no choice but to enter.

“Director Baker, I need to ask about the caregiver who was dismissed, Was there some kind of

misunderstanding?”

Director Baker glanced at Marcus before responding. I could sense the tension in the room.

Marcus spoke before the director could answer. The caregiver was present when you fell, according to Hospital Cleaner Murphy’s testimony.”

“How do you know that?” I asked, rhy suspicion growing.

Marcus met my gaze steadily. “I had the incident investigated, as I promised.”

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I frowned, unsure who to believe anymore. “I had no conflict with that caregiver. I don’t believe she would push me.”

*Conflicts can arise suddenly, Marcus replied coolly. “And early retirement isn’t necessarily a bad thing for

someone her age.”

My temper flared at his dismissive tone. “This is the result? I find it funny, Marcus. The results you give are always limited to what you want, not what I want!”

Director Baker shifted uncomfortably in his chair, clearly wishing he were anywhere else.

“Let me tell you the truth,” I continued, my voice rising with anger. The reason I was pushed down the stairs is because someone thought I was pregnant! They wanted me to have a miscarriage!”