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 hunger,” he expressed his

Kelvin interpreted his words differently. A sarcastic snort

before continuing, “It’s only ten o’clock. The hospital officially closes at twelve. As the director, Cheyenne, do

to refute his argument, her eyes widening in anger, and

that you’d replace a surgeon just because you haven’t eaten

situation to

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

and I’ll go buy you breakfast? What would you

eyes shining, and she smiled a bit embarrassedly, “Is this okay? Thank you so much for

we need is for you to starve.

be

at him, warning him not to cause

and spoke before she could, “She likes to eat soup dumplings with milk, from that restaurant in city south. Mr. Zamora, could you

spoke, Cheyenne was slightly surprised. How did Kelvin know what she liked to

help but darken. His hands, buried in his coat pockets, clenched into fists as he tried his

need for money, it’s something I

left, his slender figure

wasn’t until that figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that Kelvin withdrew his gaze, his eyes sparkling with a bright, ephemeral

of a child who

been lying on her stomach for

looked at him with an annoyed expression, “Come on, take

Kelvin stunned for a second. Then he immediately stretched out a hand to loosen his

the top two buttons of his

bobbed up

his neck stood out, exuding the mature aura

mind filled with the image of him

placed his hand on the