Chapter 297

Evelyn Carter slammed the medical record shut.

Olivia Lightfoot kept chattering, "...Her mother came in a wheelchair, looking absolutely terrible. And her father—he was so energetic last time, but today in the elevator, he looked completely hunched over..."

"Olivia."

"Huh?"

"Have you finished the post-op observation notes for Patient Three?"

"Oh no!" Olivia jumped up. "I'll go do it right now!"

The office finally fell silent.

Evelyn pulled open the drawer and retrieved the application form she had already filled out. The edges were slightly crumpled from her restless fingers.

The dean's office door was slightly ajar.

When she pushed it open, the dean was rubbing his temples in front of his computer screen. Spotting her, he quickly closed the shopping page for hair dye.

"Dean, I've prepared the materials."

"That fast?" The dean took the form, his eyes brightening behind his glasses. "The lawyer said your asset protection plan is quite innovative."

"I suggest returning the valuables first," Evelyn said calmly. "Repurchase them right before the trial."

"Natalie has everything arranged." The dean sighed in relief. "Your last outpatient shift is next Wednesday. Starting Thursday, you'll be on leave to prepare for your trip abroad."

"Mm."

"I heard your sister applied for Materials Science?" the dean suddenly asked.

Evelyn paused slightly. "Yes."

"Medical materials is a promising field." The dean smiled meaningfully. "Don’t hesitate to ask if you need any help."

As she left the office, nurses in the hallway congratulated her.

"Dr. Carter, I heard you're going to the UK for further studies?"

She nodded politely, her steps never slowing.

Fate was like a mischievous child.

Her carefully planned study abroad program had been shattered by an absurd marriage. Now that everything was finally back on track, she felt lighter, as if she could breathe easier.

Until—

Under the dim parking lot lights, the tall figure made her freeze mid-step.

He leaned against his car, the blue glow of his phone screen casting shadows on his sharp features. A cigarette burned between his fingers, its ember flickering.

Buzz—

Her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket.