Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 53: A Boyfriend’s Rage

While Dr. Annabelle Gresham and Nurse Clara Vane were exchanging heated words, Eleanor discreetly pulled out her phone and typed a quick message to Teresa:

"I’m at Hope Specialized Hospital. Ward 12B. A nurse is causing trouble. Contact the hospital’s owner and send someone with authority."

She intentionally angled the phone so Freya could read the message over her shoulder. When she saw the little girl’s curious eyes scanning the screen, a faint smile tugged at her lips.

A reply came almost instantly.

"Okay," Teresa wrote.

A couple of minutes passed before another message buzzed in.

"The hospital is under the Miller Group. I’ve contacted Edward Miller... he’ll send someone right away. Do you want me to come?"

Eleanor responded with a single line:

"No. It’s a minor issue. Stay focused on your work."

Sliding the phone back into her coat pocket, Eleanor’s gaze shifted to Clara Vane, who was now glaring daggers at the young doctor. If looks could kill, Dr. Annabelle would have been incinerated on the spot.

door to the ward burst open with a loud bang. A tall, muscular man in a doctor’s uniform stormed in, radiating

bullying my Clara?" he barked,

her eyes as she ran

Annabelle, then at Eleanor. "That doctor said she would report me to the higher-ups! I didn’t

at Annabelle coldly. "I haven’t

first day at this hospital," Annabelle replied, standing tall

who I am? I’m Dr. Nolan Piers, Consultant and the head of this entire floor. Clara reports directly to me. You report

Annabelle said calmly, though her voice trembled slightly. "But this is a case of serious professional misconduct. You’re defending your girlfriend without knowing the facts. Every patient here saw what happened. I suggest

There’s no surveillance inside patient wards... basic privacy protocol. And yet you still insist on reporting

I’m within my rights to report misconduct. I’ve sworn an oath to protect my patients, and I’ll uphold it. Even if I can’t work here, I can work somewhere else. My degree wasn’t

you think I’m stupid? You’ll regret going against me. Just remember... my uncle is Director Roland, the Director of Operations. Go ahead. Try reporting me too. See what

reveling

triumph in Clara’s tearful eyes. She was enjoying this... enjoying the power her

forward, Eleanor spoke firmly, "Don’t worry, Dr. Gresham. I’ll stand as a witness for you. Every patient in this ward has seen Nurse Clara’s behavior. It’s high time someone

at the sight of

far too long on her well-developed chest area. Eleanor could feel the weight of his lecherous stare. It was as if he was stripping her with his eyes, violating her with every second that passed. A chill of disgust crawled under her skin, and her hands clenched at her sides. If Freya weren’t present, she might have broken his jaw

at Eleanor. The jealousy flaring in her eyes turned venomous. Unable to hold back, she snapped, "Who do you think you are? Visiting hours are over! Where’s your mask? Your safety protocols? And you brought a child too! Who gave you permission to come in

slowly, trying to keep her composure. But beside her, Freya’s tiny fists were clenched. Her breathing quickened, and her cheeks were

auntie!" Freya shouted in her childlike voice, trembling with emotion. "You’re a