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Karina had never seen that particular look in Wilfred's eyes before.

The emotions were subtle, hidden beneath the surface, almost imperceptible unless one paid close attention. Having spent so much time by his side recently, she had grown adept at reading his subtle expressions.

"Sorry, Dr. Wilfred, have I caused trouble for you again?" she asked hesitantly, her guilt written all over her face.

Wilfred lifted his gaze, ready to deliver a prepared response. Yet, faced with her earnest eyes, his words faltered, and what he finally said was, "From now on, you don't need to call me 'Dr. Wilfred' every time."

"Then what should I call you? Mr. Wilfred?" she asked tentatively.

""Just my name."

Wilfred's voice was calm as he used his knife and fork to cut into his steak. His dark lashes framed eyes that seemed to glimmer with depth, as if they held secrets untold.

Despite his cool demeanor, Karina felt a small surge of satisfaction and smiled.

I'll call you Dr. Wilfred, but in private,

his name, Wilfred's hand paused ever so slightly before he resumed

her feeling lighthearted and determined as she held the patient files Wilfred had assigned to her. However, within the hospital, murmurs began to spread. At first, it was just whispers

she overheard a group of nurses

hers, how did Karina even get into this hospital? This isn't

connections. Look at how close she is to Dr. Wilfred. Who knows what

on the patient file tightened as tremors ran through her fingers. She stepped forward and snapped, "What are you all

froze in

We weren't saying anything.

mumbled, "Oh, right! I just remembered, Room 301 needs an IV. I should

"Don't go!"

you want about me-I can take it. But spreading rumors about Dr. Wilfred? That's where I draw the line. His professionalism is obvious to everyone here. How can you

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