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.

an exhausting night, and she hasn’t even had breakfast yet. I would feel sorry for her hunger,”

know that Kelvin interpreted his words differently. A sarcastic snort

at his wristwatch before continuing, “It’s only ten o’clock. The

and her crimson lips pouting with frustration. “Didn’t you hear that I haven’t

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

he comparing his situation to

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

wound first, and I’ll go

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

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

be up

glanced at him, warning

she 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

How did Kelvin

couldn’t help but darken. His hands, buried in his coat pockets, clenched into fists as he tried his best to maintain

need for money, it’s

turned and left, his slender figure

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

a child who

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

with an annoyed expression,

second. Then he immediately stretched out a hand to

undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a

apple bobbed

exuding the mature aura of a man,

was fixed, and she involuntarily blushed, her mind filled with

actually placed his