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?

advocate for abortions. Even when patients required the procedure, she always sought the assistance of others.

heart ached at the thought. After all, it was a fragile, precious

their lunch break.

tell you something. Another girl came to my outpatient department this morning. I suspect she didn’t take any precautions and ended up getting pregnant. I gave

Natalie seemed to realize something, her expression

her eyes. “Are you serious? It’s the 12th today…” She abruptly trailed off. realizing the implications of what she had just

Natalie’s menstrual cycle. Their cycles were similar. Natalie’s was on the

raced as she desperately hoped that luck

couldn’t help but flutter with

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

Let’s not jump to conclusions. Perhaps it’s just due to recent

guilt, unable to argue further. “But I have so much

momentary silence, unsure of what to

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

both struggled to maintain focus throughout

Meanwhile….

the CEO’s office of the Wilson Group, Jim walked in, holding a stack

the door open, he placed the documents on the man’s desk and discussed the contents. “Mr. Wilson, I love completed the investigation you

These past few days, he was

on the verge of inscribing the words “I am furious

staff in the secretary’s office forced to hold their breath, but even the members of the Marketing department and

cold, pale, slender fingers, he retrieved the documents from the desk. With a piercing gaze, he skimmed

information truthfully. “Indeed. Mr. Wilson, the chef, is registered as a resident of Sapphire City. His motive for applying to the Grand Manor in Athana was to pursue opportunities in the capital. The

Roberts must have conducted a thorough screening process when recruiting

he likely found it

Mr. Wilson didn’t approach Mr. Roberts for this

to flip through the documents, reaching the second page that contained information about the two servants in the mansion, including their backgrounds. From the records, both servants were born and raised in Athana and had never left the city. His gaze landed

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