Chapter 459
"Dr. Roland, please wait."
The hospital director hurried after her, eyes gleaming with admiration. Having reviewed the surgical footage repeatedly, he was awestruck by the young female surgeon's extraordinary skills.
As the head of this elite medical institution, he'd always prided himself on his expertise. But Evelyn Roland's flawless technique made him recognize true mastery for the first time.
"Dr. Roland, we sincerely invite you to join our team." His voice carried genuine respect. "We'll offer you the most competitive compensation package."
Other physicians gathered around, especially those who'd witnessed the surgery—their gazes brimming with reverence. They yearned to learn from this brilliant surgeon, yet none dared overstep.
Sebastian Valdemar's possessive glare had made the boundaries abundantly clear.
"No, thank you." Evelyn's refusal was crisp. "I don't work well with constraints."
Disappointment flickered across the director's face, though he'd anticipated this outcome.
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Inside the private suite, Scarlett Galatea clutched her grandmother's frail hand, tears soaking the sheets.
"Miss, Dr. Roland assured us Madeline will recover," Mrs. Lefèvre murmured soothingly.
Scarlett's expression darkened—until she felt the faintest twitch against her palm.
"Grandmother?" Her head snapped up just as the elderly woman's eyelids fluttered open.
"Scarlett..." Madeline whispered weakly before succumbing to exhaustion again.
"Get the doctor!" Scarlett shouted.
Mrs. Lefèvre rushed out, finding Evelyn mid-conversation. "Dr. Roland! She's awake!"
This exceeded even Evelyn's projections. One elegant brow arched. "Let's assess her."
A retinue of physicians fell into step behind her—an unspoken acknowledgment of her authority.
At the ICU entrance, Evelyn glanced back at Sebastian, silently instructing him to wait. The last thing this porcelain-skinned aristocrat needed was more exposure to pathogens.
The corner of his mouth lifted in acquiescence.