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

Kelvin interpreted his words differently. A

ten o’clock. The hospital officially closes at twelve. As the director, Cheyenne, do you intend to

eyes widening in anger, and her crimson lips pouting with

her dismay, Kelvin’s response grew sharper, “Are you suggesting that you’d replace a surgeon just because you haven’t eaten before going into

he comparing his situation to

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

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

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

no problem, the last thing we need is for you to starve. The stomach is the hardest thing

be up

at him, warning him not to

could, “She likes 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

was slightly surprised. How did

His hands, buried in his coat pockets,

need for money, it’s something I

he turned and left, his slender figure growing

at the end of the corridor that Kelvin withdrew his gaze, his eyes sparkling with

was like the proud smile of a child who had successfully played a prank,

got up and stretched her shoulders. She had been lying on her stomach for so long

him with an annoyed expression, “Come on, take off your

second. Then he immediately stretched out a hand

elegantly undoing the top two

bobbed

stood out, exuding the mature aura of a

she involuntarily blushed, her mind filled with

daydreaming, Kelvin actually placed his hand on the