Chapter 129. YOUNG MADAM AXTON
Upon hearing this, the head became so angry that he started trembling and pointing at her. “You … you … you ….” He was so furious that he picked something up from the table and was about to throw it at her when someone suddenly ran out from the room and grabbed the head’s hands at lightning speed.
“Don’t hit her! You can’t hit her! This is my granddaughter-in-law! You can’t damage her!”
Amber and the head were both stunned speechless from this turn of events.
Amber was instantly dazed. Why was Ian’s grandmother the one to rush out; how had ‘the patient’ turned into ‘the patient’s relative’?
Amber twisted her head around to look inside the room. The door was open, and the room was clearly empty!
Ian’s grandmother stopped the head, and then turned around to look at Amber, smiling with joy from the bottom of her heart as she pulled on Amber’s sleeve and said familiarly and excitedly, “Dr. Camille, oh no … Amber, I knew that my grandson would be able to find a wife someday. Look at how good his taste is-oh, wait a moment.”
After she said this, she patted Amber’s hands, rushed inside, and brought out a lunchbox. “Ian said that you were working too hard, so we brought some soup specially made for you. Drink it while it’s warm! He highly regards you, so if you told him what you said just now, he’d surely be so happy!”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
Amber disagreed; at the most, Ian might say, “Oh.”
She hugged the lunchbox in front of her chest and wanted to explain, but Ian’s grandmother didn’t give her the chance to do so.
After his grandmother finished talking to Amber, she immediately followed up with, “I have to go. I won’t keep you from your work any longer.”
And then she turned around to instruct the head. “Our Ian and Amber are fiance and fiancee. There’s no harassment, so don’t scold her anymore!” And then she left in an energetic buzz.
Amber felt like she was about to collapse as she looked at the head sullenly. “Didn’t you say that Ian was inside?”
After Ian’s grandmother rushed out, the head’s expression had become cold and indifferent. “What difference does it make anymore? Congratulations, you’re about to marry into the Axton family, and soon, you’ll be the most influential person in our hospital, young Madam Axton.”
“….”
The department head had gone crazy from anger!
He was wondering why on earth Amber would even bother fighting with Nancy over a patient if she was this well connected. Couldn’t she just ask the Axton family to withdraw their investment? Since they were the main sponsor of Nancy’s laboratory, it wasn’t like Nancy would fight with them over a mere patient.
He had really wasted his time worrying about her affairs!
And to think that he had even called the patient’s family member over to help her quell those rumors. Just how foolish was he?
Amber also understood that the head was genuinely trying to help her, and she was naturally very touched by his actions. With eyes brimming with tears, she tried to assuage his despondency. “Head, you’re really a good person. With you as a boss, it’s no wonder our psychiatry department is so great! Don’t worry, I’ll work hard and won’t bring shame to you or Presbiterian!”
Unable to hold his emotions back, the head brusquely waved his hands. “Stop, stop. It’s enough if you don’t cause trouble for me. Just think about what you’ve done in the last two years-”
Amber quietly protested, “But I haven’t done anything wrong.” She carried out her duties, behaved ethically, worked hard, and was undoubtedly a model citizen and excellent worker.
The head glared at her.
Amber blinked. “Then, can we change topics?” It actually wasn’t too hard to persuade the head to her side; she just had to tell him the truth. Despite his recent proclivity towards bureaucracy, he was ultimately still a doctor of psychiatry at heart.
After Amber finished explaining her story, he finally understood what was going on. However, he only became even more concerned, and his response was to coldly laugh and say, “With this sort of affair in your history, how many people do you think you can date in your lifetime?”
He was almost starting to feel resentful. “Do you really think that you can avoid the gossip? And even if you’re not afraid of gossip, what if he really starts to like you after he’s cured? What do you plan on doing then? I can see that his grandmother very much likes you she can hardly wait for you to sign a marriage certificate with her grandson tomorrow, and I bet she thinks that the best thing would be if a child popped out right away!”
The department head wasn’t the head for nothing, as his eyes were particularly discerning. Ian’s grandmother was as he described. Amber joked, “If so … then I guess I’ll become Miss Axton.”
The head stared at her, unable to speak for quite a while. Finally, he shouted one word. “Scram!”
And so Amber scrammed away.
***
During her afternoon break, she visited Ian again. He had finished his shots in the morning, and was currently resting.
There was no one in this massive ward besides him, His eyes were closed and his body lying in bed, while he had earbuds in, clearly listening to something.
His resting posture was reminiscent of Elly’s when she had first entered the hospital: straight and still with the hands neatly folded on top of the abdomen. But Elly had preferred to cover herself up from head to toe while Ian’s blanket only extended up to his waist. In some sense, his orderliness gave off an adorable feeling to Amber.
Amber didn’t know whether or not he was asleep and was standing there, hesitating, when his long eyelashes fluttered and he slowly opened his eyes.
It was the first time that Amber had realized how pleasing it could be to watch someone open their eyes. It was like watching a flower slowly bloom. In that tranquil moment, it felt almost as if she could hear the rustle of flowers swaying in the breeze.
‘He was handsome enough to violate common sense,’ Amber thought as she sighed.
If a person like this didn’t have any mental issues, then even if he didn’t have power or wealth, girls would still chase after him in wave after wave, wouldn’t they?