Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 200:

“I may need to extend my stay by another half month. A friend of mine is injured, and I feel I must stay here to take care of her,” Norah replied.

Alice, an orphan trained by a secretive organization to become a formidable operative, had suffered her injuries in an attack. The thought of leaving Alice to fend for herself in such a condition was unthinkable to Norah.

“Alright, I miss you dearly. Make sure to fill me in with all the details once you’re free. I’m eagerly waiting to hear everything!” Joanna responded, already aware of the new relationship and now eager for the juicy details. After all, firsthand accounts always carried a special authenticity.

“Got it,” Norah concluded the conversation and maneuvered the sleek, deep blue sports car into the hospital’s underground parking, making her way to Alice’s ward.

Thanks to Norah’s financial resources, Alice had been placed in the hospital’s finest VIP single room, located on a floor dedicated to such exclusive care, surrounded by silence. As Norah neared Alice’s ward, she was met with the shrill sound of a woman’s voice.

Peeking in, she saw the caregiver she had hired aggressively cleaning Alice’s face with a washcloth. “You’re such a sorry sight, all alone with no one to care for you! Not a single visitor all morning. How pathetic!”

sprawled across the pillow, weakly

caregiver down with a kick, not stopping at just one but delivering two

starts at

supposedly excellent reputation and had not hesitated to pay a premium for what she believed would be superior

on the floor, the caregiver erupted into curses. “What right do you have to attack me? Aren’t I the one supposed to be nursing her? She wasn’t cooperating, so

waist where Norah’s kick had landed, the caregiver shakily tried to reach for her phone. With a swift movement, Norah’s foot connected with the caregiver’s phone, propelling it

police—let’s see who they’ll carry off, you or me?” Norah brandished her phone

“I was merely tending to her, wiping

witnessed firsthand won’t be dismissed by your

then turned her attention to Alice, leaning over with genuine concern. “Alice,

a bit sore,” she said, trying to smile through the discomfort.