Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 92 ?" "It's the stuff with Penelope's son and your situation with Caleb," Marcus said, hesitating. He was clearly trying to protect her. "People are saying some really nasty things right now. just thought coming in might make things worse for you. Maybe it's better to take a few days off, let things settle," he said. ་་ Sydney hadn't expected that to be the reason. As she locked up and pressed the elevator button, she said, Marc, if I don't show up, that'll just make me look guilty I've already scheduled appointments for today.

If I don't go, are you going to take my patients?" "Well, that's true," Marcus admitted, sounding uneasy. Your patients are all complex cases. I'm not sure I can..." "Exactly. I can't just ghost on them." She chuckled. "People can say whatever they want. I know what I did and didn't do. A clear conscience fears no shadow." Hearing her laugh eased some of Marcus's worry. "You really mean that?" "What else am I supposed to do?" Sydney stayed calm. She had learned a long time ago not to let someone else's mistakes ruin her day.

If she hadn't figured that out, every punishment from Eloise at the Sterlings would've crushed her. If one person slandered her, that was their issue. If a whole group joined in, then something was wrong with all of them. She hung up and was about to head out when Tiffany came sprinting from the bedroom. "I've got one good piece of news and one bad. Which do you want first?" "Good news," Sydney said without hesitation. "The divorce papers are real!" Tiffany beamed, but her expression turned grim. "The bad news is that you can't request a replacement copy. I asked around.

Adeline wouldn't go out of her way to stir up more trouble. There

that divorce back into a parriage certificate." Sydney licked her lips. "I want them too, but Adeline's not going to hand them over just like that." "Then maybe lean on Julian a little?" Tiffany offered the suggestion cautiously, remembering their recent contact. "He's the only one in Jouleston with enough pu to pressure the

nighter?" "Yeap," Tiffany groaned. "Hurry up and start supporting me, or I'm going to drop dead from this grind." Sydney laughed. "I could support you right now." She had enough