CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1818

Karina heard Harley's parting word, but she didn't stop walking. She already had someone like Wilfred who dared to stand up against authority. She wasn't alone in her fight. When she returned, Yvette bombarded her with questions about her visit to the association.

Karina chose to gloss over certain details, recounting only the less controversial parts. Even that left Yvette in awe.

"You actually turned them down? You really did? Gosh, I admire you!" Yvette exclaimed.

Karina swatted Yvette's exaggerated thumbs-up. "Cut it out. I'm barely holding it together. I was so nervous."

Yvette's face twisted in mock disappointment. "You? Nervous? Where's all that boss energy you walked in here with?"

"Boss energy? More like trembling cowardice," Karina retorted with a wry smile. "I was barely holding my knees steady in there."

"No wonder people used to bow down to authority back in the day," she thought. Standing her ground in front of someone like Professor Zeller had been nearly impossible. Despite the calm facade she maintained, she had felt moments away from collapsing. The road to becoming the person she aspired to be still stretched long ahead.

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called, his timing impeccable, just as Karina

was work today?" Wilfred started the conversation with

phone between her ear and shoulder as she tidied her desk. "Busy, as usual. You know how hospitals are. Constant stream of

of patients every day was endless. Especially here, where the shortage of surgeons meant Karina was often pulled into the OR whenever they discovered she could manage both internal medicine and surgery. She felt like a

line, so faint she thought she imagined

paused, confused. "Wait... Did

It didn't seem like something he would do. She was ready to chalk

low laugh. This time, Wilfred spoke, his tone carrying a

Karina's cheeks instantly flushed.

elnet

him, phone hand, smiling in amusement. Realizing her silence was stretching too long, she quickly found a topic

association today. Professor Zeller

coat draped over his shoulders and a file under his

and greeted him. "Good

didn't respond, his focus entirely on the conversation. "And