Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Several days they had passed since the bidding conference, bringing them closer to the upcoming New Year

Since Natalie moved in with Sherri, they were inseparable, like two peas in a pod, practically joined at the hip. They followed a predictable routine between the hospital and residence, becoming a dynamic duo

After wrapping up their night shifts, they occasionally indulged in a midnight snack. They enjoyed cooking their meals at home the rest of the time, and Sherri had grown quite fond of Natalie’s culinary prowess.

As the New Year drew nearer, the hospital saw many patients coming in for check-ups. Many elderly individuals wished to undergo examinations before the new year. Consequently, the workload had substantially increased in the past few days, keeping them busier than ever.

On the other hand, Sherri found herself with more idle time. Despite the bustling nature of the obstetrics and gynecology department, birthing activities in the hospital followed seasonal patterns.

In Athana, the end of August marked the peak season for newborn arrivals, reaching an evident surge. The reason was crystal clear Babies born at the end of August would be able to start school in the same academic year, while those born after September would have to wait an extra year before their educational journey commenced.

This prompted many mothers to calculate their dates of conception meticulously.

Of course, some wealthy individuals conceived without much consideration. As they say. “Money can work miracles.”

As noon approached, when a young girl timidly entered the room, Sherri was calling out patient numbers. She glanced nervously and timidly at Sherri before turning around to close the door politely. She stole another glance at Sherri and then took a seat, lowering her head shyly.

Patients came in all shapes and sizes, Sherri had a hunch and patiently asked. “What seemed to be the problem?”

The girl kept her heal down, nervously clasping her fingers. L. my period is late.”

Sherri wasn’t surprised. After years of working in the outpatient department, she had learned to pick up on certain cues. “Normally, when did you expect your period each month?”

The girl still dared not lift her gaze, whispering. “The 6th.”

Sherri heard her, despite the faintness of her voice. “Go get a urine test done. Bring me the results in half an hour.”

The girl remained meek, never daring to raise her head throughout the interaction. “Okay”

feel a pang of sadness. Yet another girl who had neglected to take

Sherri did not advocate for abortions. Even when patients required the procedure, she always sought the assistance of

thought. After all, it was

lunch break.

department this morning. I suspect she didn’t take any precautions and ended up getting pregnant. I gave her a urine test order, but she never returned, even after I finished my

something, her expression hinting at

her, a touch of disbelief in her eyes. “Are you serious? It’s the 12th today…” She abruptly trailed off. realizing the implications

remembered Natalie’s menstrual cycle. Their cycles were similar. Natalie’s was on the 5th, and hers

thoughts raced as she desperately hoped that luck wouldn’t be so unkind!

her heart couldn’t help but

cafeteria at the people eating their meals and whispered, “Natalie, I think mine is late too. But it can’t be…” She even doubted her own words, the

“It’s highly unlikely. Let’s not jump to conclusions. Perhaps it’s just due

of guilt, unable to argue further. “But

silence,

sense of unease. To ease the tension, she suggested, “How about we go to the pharmacy after work and get two pregnancy tests? We can take

decision, they both struggled to maintain focus throughout the rest

Meanwhile….

Wilson Group, Jim walked in, holding a stack of documents neatly

placed the documents on the man’s desk and discussed the contents. “Mr. Wilson, I love completed

face turned cold. These past few days, he was surrounded by

seemed almost on the verge of inscribing the words “I am furious across his forehead.

secretary’s office forced to hold their breath, but even the members of the Marketing department and the Planning department felt the

his cold, pale, slender fingers, he retrieved the documents from the desk. With a piercing gaze, he skimmed through them

gathered information truthfully. “Indeed. Mr. Wilson, the chef, is registered as a resident of Sapphire City. His motive for applying to the Grand Manor in Athana was to pursue opportunities in the capital. The profile is concise, but

Mr. Roberts must have conducted a thorough screening process

he likely found it easier to inquire about specific individuals.

approach Mr. Roberts

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