Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 12 Many found traditional medicine dull and dry, but Sydney loved it. There was no way she would part with this wall of books. Not a chance. She headed to the storage room, grabbed some cardboard boxes, and began packing her medical books to send to Tiffany's place. Caleb's mind was never on her. Even if a few things disappeared from her room, he would never notice. She was in the middle of organizing when her phone rang. The caller ID showed "Little Old Man"-her mentor, Alan Conton.

Four years ago, she had been ready to join Jouleston Hospital, one of the country's top medical centers. Barely in her twenties and already offered such a prestigious position, her talent and potential were clear. Sadly, Eloise had crushed her career with a single gesture. No one dared to hire her. Alan had told her, "It's okay. Don't lose heart." Behind the scenes, he had arranged for her to work at the clinic of her senior, Marcus Shepard. Sydney answered the call. Alan's cheerful voice came through. "Little Syd, not too busy lately, are you?" "Not at all." She chuckled. "Are you and Mrs.

Conton going on vacation? Need me to look after your plants?" "Come on. Do I sound like someone who only calls when he needs something?" Alan cleared his throat awkwardly. "Remember that group who came to the clinic for acupuncture training? Their Medicine Research Institute is opening soon. I need you and Marcus to attend the ceremony." Sydney nodded. "I remember. Wasn't it overseas?" 1/3 Sun 24 Aug Chapter 12 "Storia," he replied, voice bright. "And if I recall, you studied Storian. Perfect fit.' Sydney gave a resigned laugh.

slightly guilty. "The 31st." 91% +15 BONUS The 31st was Caleb's birthday. Every year on that day, Sydney cleared her schedule. She decorated the house, cooked his favorite dishes, and prepared a gift. Not once had he come home. She used to think he was busy with work. Now that she looked back, it seemed almost laughable. Birthdays, anniversaries-they were just excuses for him to prove his