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.

night, and she

differently. A sarcastic snort followed. “And what exactly

the end, Kelvin raised 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

in anger, and her crimson lips pouting with

sharper, “Are you suggesting that you’d replace a surgeon just because you haven’t eaten before going into the operating room?” “I…” Cheyenne was at a

he comparing his situation to lying on an operating

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

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

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

is for you to

be

at him, warning him

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

slightly surprised. How did Kelvin know what she

though Eddie had a good temper, his face couldn’t help but darken. His hands, buried in

money, it’s something I should

he turned and left, his slender figure growing farther in

figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that Kelvin withdrew his gaze, his

proud smile of a child who had

had been lying on her stomach for so long and

annoyed expression, “Come

stunned for a second. Then he immediately stretched out a hand

top two buttons of his

bobbed up and

his neck stood out, exuding the mature aura of a

gaze was fixed, and she involuntarily blushed, her mind filled with the image of him undressing just

she was daydreaming, Kelvin actually placed