His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 733:

The middle-aged woman frowned, her expression tinged with frustration. “But I’ve already tried! Dr. Wright won’t budge. I’m out of options; that’s why I came to Dr. Ortiz for help.”

Kylee nodded thoughtfully, a trace of sympathy in her gaze. “I get it. This is a tough situation,” she said.

After a pause, she continued, “But I understand where Dr. Wright is coming from, too. Toby’s transfer to Dr. Ortiz already embarrassed her. Naturally, she wouldn’t want to let another patient leave her care unless there’s a compelling reason, something that leaves her with no choice…”

Kylee’s voice trailed off, her words laden with unspoken suggestion.

The woman’s eyes lit up as realization struck.

If Belinda wouldn’t willingly agree, then she would just have to find a way to force her hand. But how?noveldrama

She turned back to Kylee with a small smile. “Thank you so much. May I know your name?”

Kylee smiled faintly. “I am Kylee Wright.”

The middle-aged woman blinked, surprised. “Your last name is also Wright? What a coincidence.”

Kylee’s smile deepened but remained enigmatic.

After a brief pause, she said, “I care about your father’s safety. He’s old, and I don’t want him to endure any unnecessary hardship. But if this surgery fails, he’ll have to go through surgery again. And at that point, his body might not be able to take it.”

The mention of another surgery made the woman’s anxiety spike.

She clenched her fists, nodding quickly. “Understood, Dr. Wright. I’ll think of a solution soon!”

Kylee nodded approvingly, her expression warm. “I’ll be waiting for your good news.”

“I’ll go now.” The woman hurried back to the ward, her determination evident. As Kylee watched her leave, a flicker of mischief danced in her eyes, her lips curving into a satisfied smirk.

She was determined to make Belinda a complete joke! Just wait and see.

At noon, in a cozy private room of a restaurant, Catherine had invited Belinda and Bethany for lunch.

Catherine said with a grateful tone, “Belinda, Bethany, thank you both so much for yesterday.”

As she spoke, she turned to Belinda, guilt evident in her expression. “I’m really sorry about your injury.”

Belinda waved it off with a casual smile. “There’s no need for you to apologize to me. Besides, you are not the one who scratched my neck. Even if your brother hadn’t been there, we’d have stepped in to defend you.”

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