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.

other esteemed senior doctors. Cheyenne had an exhausting night, and she hasn’t even had breakfast yet. I would feel sorry for her

did he know that Kelvin interpreted his words differently. A sarcastic snort followed. “And what exactly are you

The hospital officially closes at twelve. As the director, Cheyenne, do

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

just because you haven’t

his situation to

Mr. Foley’s unreasonable statements, Eddie coughed lightly and intervened, attempting

you tend to Mr. Foley’s wound first, and I’ll go buy you breakfast?

and she smiled

need is for you to starve. The stomach is the hardest thing to

must be up to

warning him not to

eat soup dumplings with milk, from that restaurant in city south. Mr. Zamora, could you take care of it? I’ll have my assistant transfer double the

surprised. How did Kelvin know

a good temper, his face couldn’t help but darken. His hands, buried in his coat pockets, clenched into fists as he tried his best

money, it’s

that, he turned and left, his slender figure growing farther

the corridor that Kelvin withdrew his gaze,

of a child

her shoulders. She had been lying on her stomach for so long and felt

an annoyed expression,

stunned for a second. Then he immediately stretched out a

undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a bronze-colored

bobbed up

stood out, exuding the mature

and she involuntarily blushed, her mind filled with the image of

just as she was daydreaming, Kelvin actually placed his hand