Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Agatha finds herself in a tense conversation with Julian, who is curious about her thoughts on relationships despite having a girlfriend. Agatha's response is marked by skepticism and a desire to keep her private matters shielded, particularly concerning her family and the delicate nature of her pregnancy.

The emotional weight of potential loss looms over her, as she grapples with traditional beliefs about reputation and the future of her loved ones. Julian attempts to lighten the mood with teasing, but Agatha's weariness and irritation become evident. She expresses her hopes for Julian to treat his current girlfriend well and fulfill her dream of becoming a great-grandmother. This desire underscores her longing for stability and happiness within her family, contrasting with her reluctance to delve into past relationships that seem irrelevant now.

Meanwhile, the narrative shifts to Sydney, who is in her consulting room preparing to treat a patient, Jeremiah. Her professionalism shines through as she demonstrates her acupuncture skills, which impresses Marcus, who has struggled to master the technique himself. Sydney's confidence and ability to connect with her patients reveal her talent, yet her journey into medicine raises questions about her rapid success. Jeremiah's skepticism about Sydney's relatively short time in the medical field highlights the challenges she faces in gaining recognition.

Despite this, Marcus defends her, recounting her sharp intellect and ability to apply her learning effectively. The chapter closes with Sydney reflecting on her past as a freshman and the pressures she faced, hinting at the complexities of her character and the relationships that have shaped her path. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 381** Agatha cast a quick, sidelong glance at Julian, her brow furrowing slightly. "Don't you already have a girlfriend? Why are you so curious about this?" she asked, her tone laced with incredulity.

Julian, undeterred, leaned closer, attempting to coax the truth from her. Yet, Agatha remained steadfast, her lips pressed into a thin line, unwilling to divulge anything. The first trimester of pregnancy was a delicate time, a fragile dance where the slightest misstep could lead to heartache. If anything were to happen to the child, the grief would be profound, and the world would forever remember the mother who had carried the burden of such loss. Despite her generally open-minded nature, Agatha clung to certain traditional beliefs, particularly regarding the reputation of a young woman.

It was a weighty matter, one that could shape futures and alter lives. Julian, noticing the serious expression etched on her face, couldn't suppress a chuckle. "Is it really that grave? Is it worth all this cloak-and-dagger secrecy?" he teased, trying to lighten the mood. Agatha rolled her eyes, stifling a yawn. "It's not that serious. Just stop asking questions," she replied, her voice lacking any hint of the warmth one might expect from a grandmother. "Honestly, I'm tired. You can sit if you want, or you can leave.

was simple: Julian should

here for his treatment." Sydney had just wrapped up with her last patient when Marcus ushered Jeremiah into her office. She looked up, offering a polite nod. "Mr. Clifford, you can lie down here," she instructed, her voice steady and professional. Her consulting room was equipped with an acupuncture bed, though she seldom utilized it, as most of her patients were treated

and inserting the needles into the appropriate points on his body. Watching from the side, Marcus couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of admiration. "My mother was right yesterday. Medicine really does depend on talent," he mused, reflecting on the skills he had yet to master. He thought back to his

his efforts, he had never quite grasped it. He understood the method, but the essence eluded him, like a fleeting shadow. Sydney gathered the remaining needles with a small, light-hearted laugh. "That just means everyone has different gifts," she replied, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. At her words, Jeremiah stirred, curiosity piqued. Even after just a brief session, her

skepticism. "Dr. Wilson, are you genuinely saying you only started learning medicine in university?" "Yes," she replied, a trace of familiarity in her voice. She had

her introduction into the field, Sydney had learned the importance of self-protection. Her response was smooth and unforced. "Maybe it's like Marc says. Perhaps I was just born with some talent," she offered, a hint of humility coloring her words. "Mr. Clifford, many patients have asked her that before," Marcus interjected, maintaining a calm demeanor to deflect any

behind it and applied it far beyond what was taught." Sydney merely smiled faintly, choosing silence as her companion, though Marcus's words stirred a cascade of memories within her. Back then, she had been a mere freshman,