She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 430: And I Don’t Want Money

Sensing the tension between the two, Eddie took a step forward with his handsome face adorned with a warm and charming smile, akin to a gentle breeze in spring.

“Mr. Foley, Cheyenne is already exhausted. If you don’t mind, allow me to change your bandages,” he offered.

As soon as Eddie’s hand reached out, Kelvin deftly sidestepped, his deep-set eyes coldly fixated on Eddie with an eerie glint.

Parting his thin lips, he uttered a rather conceited remark, “You’re not qualified enough.”

Eddie was momentarily stunned by the ambiguous statement, his heart skipping a beat, but his smile grew deeper.

Nonchalantly shrugging and stepping back, he said, “If Mr. Foley doesn’t want my help, then so be it. However, Cheyenne is genuinely exhausted.”

Cheyenne overheard their conversation, assuming that Kelvin looked down on Eddie due to his lower social status, hence refusing his assistance.

Fuming with anger, she scolded, “Kelvin, that’s enough! Eddie is the youngest person ever to receive a medical award before turning twenty. If he’s not qualified enough, then why don’t you go to Nightingale to have your wounds treated?”

Kelvin was really jealous when Cheyenne defended another man in front of him.

Eddie discreetly couldn’t help but chuckle at Cheyenne’s defense of him. He subtly pushed his glasses up his nose and spoke to comfort her, “It’s alright, Cheyenne. Mr. Foley is of high status and wealth, whereas I’m just a humble doctor. It’s nothing.”

Kelvin’s initial intention was solely to have Cheyenne tend to his wounds, but after Eddie’s comment, it seemed as if Kelvin was looking down on Eddie instead.

But how could someone as proud as Mr. Foley possibly apologize to a doctor?

With a pair of gloomy eyes fixed on Eddie, his voice, seemingly forced through clenched teeth, resonated, “Mr. Zamora, you truly have impressed me.”

Unfazed, Eddie met that piercing gaze with poise, clasping his hands together in front of him, and lowering his gaze to observe his own hands.

senior doctors. Cheyenne had an exhausting night, and she hasn’t even had breakfast yet. I would feel sorry for her hunger,” he expressed his

that Kelvin interpreted his words differently. A sarcastic snort

his left hand, gazing at his wristwatch before continuing, “It’s only ten o’clock. The hospital officially closes at twelve. As the director, Cheyenne, do you

and her crimson lips pouting with frustration. “Didn’t you

response grew sharper, “Are you suggesting that you’d replace a surgeon just because you haven’t eaten

comparing his situation to lying on

unreasonable statements, Eddie coughed lightly

first, and I’ll go buy you

let out a light exclamation, her eyes shining, and she smiled a bit embarrassedly, “Is this

last thing we need is for you to starve. The stomach is

you must be

glanced at him, warning him not to cause

could, “She likes to eat soup dumplings with milk, from that restaurant in city south.

surprised. How did Kelvin know what she

but darken. His hands, buried in his coat pockets, clenched into fists

need for money, it’s something

that, he turned and left, his slender

wasn’t until that figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that Kelvin

was like the proud smile of a child who had

lying on

him with an annoyed expression, “Come on,

a second. Then

top two buttons of his

Adam’s apple bobbed up

his neck stood out, exuding the mature aura of

her mind

as she was daydreaming, Kelvin actually placed his hand