Karina stood frozen in shock, just like everyone else.

She didn't snap out of it until Wilfred gently pulled her aside, her cheeks glowing bright red.

Noticing her flushed face, Wilfred gave her a meaningful look and casually asked, "Why is your face so red? Are you running a fever?"

As he spoke, he reached out toward her forehead.

Karina panicked and quickly dodged him. She wasn't sick. She just knew that if he touched her, her face would turn an even deeper shade of red.

"I'm fine. Maybe it's just the heat and humidity," she mumbled, fanning herself as if she were uncomfortably warm.

Wilfred watched her, clearly seeing through her little act but choosing to keep his amusement to himself.

He recalled Xavier's suggestion to take the initiative. What a brilliant idea.

That evening, Karina put her skills to the test and prepared a platter of garlic butter crab. Wilfred happily indulged, eating several pieces with obvious enjoyment.

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the hospital, as if he had never left the profession. Familiar with the

what she heard first-straight from Wilfred-was news about the hospital planning to

to herself in disbelief. "You're not thinking of me, are

you're capable," Wilfred admitted without

to say, "It's not about what you think, it's about what I

instead, she let out a helpless sigh. "I think you're giving me

own progress, but effort wasn't everything. In the medical field, experience and seniority mattered most. People who became directors or deputy directors were usually in their forties or fifties. Her thoughts drifted to the man beside

Except for him.

Wilfred. If it were anyone else, patients wouldn't think, "This person must be really talented,"

must have connections." And the second? "Am

about it, the more helpless

was capable, while she didn't think so herself. "There's no way. If run for deputy director, people won't just gossip about me, no one will even vote

Karina paused.

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