Chapter 217
Luna White's fingers tapped lightly on the desk, the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the clinic. Sunlight streamed through the window, glinting off the metal buttons of her white coat.
"Dr. White, your acupuncture is miraculous!" A soldier with strained back muscles had just left, and Luna was jotting down notes in the medical record when the door burst open.
She looked up to see two well-dressed women standing at the entrance. The older one, in her fifties, wore an elegant navy-blue suit, pearl earrings glowing softly in the sunlight. The younger woman sported a fashionable red dress, her hair in voluminous waves, lips painted a bold crimson.
"Hello, who's here for treatment?" Luna closed the medical record.
"Treatment?" The younger woman scoffed, striding forward in her high heels. "We're not here for that."
Luna arched a brow, fingers absently tracing her pen. This didn’t bode well.
The older woman gently pressed her companion’s arm, her voice calm but firm. "Dr. White, I presume? I'm Fiona Smith, Andrew's mother."
Luna’s heart skipped a beat. Andrew’s mother? She set the pen down smoothly, her gaze shifting between the two.
"And this is Diana, Andrew’s fiancée," Fiona continued, watching Luna’s reaction closely.
The clinic fell silent except for the ticking of the wall clock. A dull ache settled in Luna’s chest, but her expression remained composed. She rose slowly, her coat swaying slightly with the movement.
"What a coincidence," she said with a faint smile. "I’m also Andrew’s fiancée."
Diana’s face flushed red. "That’s a lie! Andrew and I have been engaged since childhood!"
Luna adjusted her sleeve cuffs calmly. "Then you should ask Andrew why he proposed to me." She emphasized the word proposed deliberately.
A flicker of surprise crossed Fiona’s eyes. She hadn’t expected this gentle-looking doctor to be so sharp-tongued.
"Dr. White," Fiona’s tone darkened, "young love is one thing, but marriage isn’t a game. Our family—"
"Aunt Fiona," Luna interrupted, her gaze steady, "this is a new era. Andrew should decide for himself who he marries."
Diana stomped her foot. "Aunt Fiona, look how arrogant she is!"
Luna almost laughed. The scene was straight out of a soap opera—she never thought it would happen to her.
She picked up the appointment slip and slid it toward them. "If there’s nothing else, I have another patient to see."
Fiona’s expression tightened, clearly not expecting to be dismissed so bluntly. She gave Luna a long look before steering Diana out.
The moment the door closed, Luna exhaled sharply, her fingers twisting together. That idiot Andrew—dragging me into this mess!
She pulled out her phone, debating whether to call and confront him. Then she reconsidered—this was a conversation best had face-to-face.
Outside, Fiona and Diana’s figures gradually disappeared. Luna watched them go, already planning how to deal with the troublemaker later.
The clinic door opened again, revealing a soldier leaning on a crutch. "Dr. White, is now a good time for acupuncture?"
Luna immediately switched to her professional smile. "Come in."
She picked up the silver needles, but her thoughts drifted elsewhere. Andrew, you’d better have a damn good explanation.