Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Several days they had passed since the bidding conference, bringing them closer to the upcoming New Year

Since Natalie moved in with Sherri, they were inseparable, like two peas in a pod, practically joined at the hip. They followed a predictable routine between the hospital and residence, becoming a dynamic duo

After wrapping up their night shifts, they occasionally indulged in a midnight snack. They enjoyed cooking their meals at home the rest of the time, and Sherri had grown quite fond of Natalie’s culinary prowess.

As the New Year drew nearer, the hospital saw many patients coming in for check-ups. Many elderly individuals wished to undergo examinations before the new year. Consequently, the workload had substantially increased in the past few days, keeping them busier than ever.

On the other hand, Sherri found herself with more idle time. Despite the bustling nature of the obstetrics and gynecology department, birthing activities in the hospital followed seasonal patterns.

In Athana, the end of August marked the peak season for newborn arrivals, reaching an evident surge. The reason was crystal clear Babies born at the end of August would be able to start school in the same academic year, while those born after September would have to wait an extra year before their educational journey commenced.

This prompted many mothers to calculate their dates of conception meticulously.

Of course, some wealthy individuals conceived without much consideration. As they say. “Money can work miracles.”

As noon approached, when a young girl timidly entered the room, Sherri was calling out patient numbers. She glanced nervously and timidly at Sherri before turning around to close the door politely. She stole another glance at Sherri and then took a seat, lowering her head shyly.

Patients came in all shapes and sizes, Sherri had a hunch and patiently asked. “What seemed to be the problem?”

The girl kept her heal down, nervously clasping her fingers. L. my period is late.”

Sherri wasn’t surprised. After years of working in the outpatient department, she had learned to pick up on certain cues. “Normally, when did you expect your period each month?”

The girl still dared not lift her gaze, whispering. “The 6th.”

Sherri heard her, despite the faintness of her voice. “Go get a urine test done. Bring me the results in half an hour.”

The girl remained meek, never daring to raise her head throughout the interaction. “Okay”

Watching the girl’s retreating figure. Sherri couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. Yet another girl who had neglected to take precautions. How could they lack the foresight to protect themselves?

ease while women suffered. As a doctor, Sherri did not advocate for abortions. Even when patients required the procedure, she always sought the assistance of others. She had never been involved in terminating a life herself.

thought. After all, it was a fragile, precious life

lunch

observing her fatigued expression. ‘Natalie, let me tell you something. Another girl came to my outpatient department this morning. I suspect she didn’t take any precautions and ended up

something, her

of disbelief in her eyes. “Are you serious? It’s the 12th

Natalie’s was on the 5th, and hers

desperately hoped that luck wouldn’t

heart couldn’t help but

the people eating their meals and whispered, “Natalie, I think mine is late too. But it can’t be…”

to reassure herself, “It’s highly unlikely. Let’s not jump to

a pang of guilt, unable to argue further. “But I have so much free time…

silence, unsure of

unease. To ease the tension, she suggested, “How about we go to the pharmacy after work and get two pregnancy tests? We can take the tests tomorro morning with our first urine

maintain focus throughout the rest of their afternoon shift.

Meanwhile….

of the Wilson Group, Jim walked in, holding a stack of documents

and discussed the contents. “Mr. Wilson,

These past few days, he was surrounded by an aura that said “do not disturb”, emitting a palpable

inscribing the words “I am furious across

but even the members

piercing gaze, he skimmed through them briefly, then narrowed his upturned eyes and inquired. “Is the chef from

to the Grand Manor in Athana was to pursue opportunities in the capital. The profile is concise, but it

must have conducted a thorough screening process when recruiting personnel.

likely found it easier to inquire

Mr. Wilson didn’t approach Mr. Roberts

the records, both servants were born and raised in Athana and had never left the city. His

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