Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 43

At the Athana Hospital.

Natalie, Sherri, and other doctors who had been resuscitating the patients on the highway for more than two hours drove back to the hospital without stopping to support the resuscitation work in the operating theater.

It was not until 12:30 p.m. that all the resuscitation efforts ended. None of the patients died. The minor cases were transferred to normal wards, and the major cases were observed in the ICU. This made Natalie’s tense heart relax.

As soon as Sherri walked out of the operating theater, she and Natalie collapsed on the ground. “Natalie, I feel like I’m going to die. I can’t even raise my hands. My legs are trembling like a parkinsonism patient’s.”

Natalie was not any better. She woke up very early in the morning and was called over without catching up on her sleep. She said weakly, “I’m not much better either. I’m about to starve to death. Let me rest for a

while more. Let’s take a taxi home later.”

Natalie didn’t want to take up any more medical resources. She really didn’t have the strength to drive her motorcycle anymore.

Sherri sighed. She rolled her eyes and looked at the lights above her head. She was in a half–dead state. “We definitely have to take a taxi. I can’t step on the accelerator. I don’t even have the strength to call the driver now. We’ll get the security guard to hail the taxi later and pay the money. Let’s pay it back tomorrow. Fortunately, we are resting tomorrow.”

“Are you crazy? Get the security guard to pay. No matter how, you have to pay before you die. I don’t want to chat with you anymore. I’m so tired. I just want to lie down now.”

They had to pay for this themselves.

The security guard helped the two of them take two taxis home. They were so tired that they did not say a word while waiting for the car.

At 1 a.m., one of the lights in the Wilson Group Building was still on.

Jim stood at the side, feeling miserable. He could have gotten off work earlier, but Trevon insisted on finishing all the work tomorrow ahead of

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time tonight.

It was already one o’clock in the morning.

As Jim complained, the man looked up and began to organize the documents in his hand. “That’s enough. Let’s go back.”

Jim was like winning the lottery. He quickly sorted out all the information and went downstairs to drive Trevon to Adare Manor.

A minute before Trevon got out of the car, he said coldly, “You don’t have to pick me up tomorrow.”

“Alright, do you want to accompany Mrs. Wilson?” Now, Jim understood. It turned out that Trevon worked overtime at night because he wanted to take time out to accompany Natalie tomorrow.

It was time to accompany Natalie. She was so noble and hardworking.

shut up. Jim quickly stepped on the accelerator

into

the one on the porch was on. Trevon was suspicious.

a faint sound of breathing in the quiet living room. Looking for the source of the sound, Trevon realized that this woman

were covered in blood. Natalie’s face and forehead were also covered in blood. How tired was she? She fell

did not want

How sloppy.

Trevon saw this scene, a certain part of his chest trembled. His heart ached, and

ached for

gently put his hand through her back and one hand through the crook

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ground and gently carried her

After such a long time, she showed

placed her on it. He took off his suit and rolled up his sleeves. He went to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water

he took off her jeans. In an instant, her fair and slender legs blocked his eyes, and the heat in

up and down, and his lower abdomen was a

avoided looking at Natalie. He stood up and went to the wardrobe to get a change

already exhausted. He turned around and

an hour

take a look at the exhausted woman who

Trevon touched her forehead

next morning.

time in 28 years

buzzed non–stop. He closed his eyes and reached out his slender hand to grab the phone.

especially low and hoarse. “Hello.” Trevon did not look at

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trending topics. She has been in the headlines since last night. Why don’t you think of a way to remove them?” Hackett, who was popular among women, understood the disadvantage of staying at the

a

said that for Natalie, the

one was popular, there would be

sleepily and turned on the indoor air conditioner. The temperature was set to 82.4 °F.

I have to remove them?” Could it

sure you don’t want to help Mrs. Wilson settle it? Besides,

and put it between his lips. “Do I need to do so? Do you know her very well

intentions were

intentions.

you can’t slander me. I’m

phone from his