Chapter 126



With a light chuckle, her voice laced with a nonchalant edge, Belinda replied, “I’m waiting to see how it all plays out.”

Caiden, caught off guard by her response for a moment, let out a chuckle before saying, “Right! Let’s watch their next move. They’re certainly not going to drop the act now. I’m quite intrigued by what they hope to achieve.”

Belinda, ever composed, replied, “I’ll hold my ground and watch closely.”

“Okay,” Caiden responded, his tone approving.

Then, as if a thought had crossed his mind, he added, “These days, my phone has been ringing non-stop.”

“All of them want you, the star surgeon, to perform surgeries,” Caiden teased.

Despite the jest, Belinda’s demeanor didn’t change.

She responded coolly, “Notify me if there’s an exceptionally difficult case that demands my expertise. Otherwise, I’m not interested in routine surgeries.”

“Don’t worry; I know what to do,” Caiden replied with a chuckle. “You are valuable. We won’t play our trump card without good reason.”

Belinda chuckled lightly but chose not to continue the topic.

Soon, she ended the call with Caiden.

Shortly after that, a more personal call left her visibly delighted.

“You’re returning tomorrow?” she asked, her tone brightening.

“That’s right. Can I count on you to pick me up at the airport at 11?”

The gentle voice on the other end of the line belonged to a man.

Belinda’s smile widened. “For your return, I’d clear my schedule. Don’t worry; I will pick you up tomorrow.”

“That’s what I like to hear. See you then,” came the reply.

“See you tomorrow,” Belinda said before resuming her duties with a new spring in her step.

That evening, Lucas returned home, but he did not speak with Belinda at all the whole night.

The next morning, Belinda headed to the hospital, her energy restored by a full night’s sleep.

The rumors about her swirled persistently throughout the hospital, yet she remained unfazed, her professionalism undiminished.

Her colleagues, observing her calm demeanor, couldn’t help but admire her composure.

After her morning rounds, Belinda took a short leave to go to the airport to pick up the man.

She hadn’t waited long before she recognized the familiar, deep, and slightly husky voice calling her name. “Belinda.”

Turning, she greeted the man with a bright smile, saying, “Johnson, welcome back!”

She moved toward him, her face lighting up at the sight of the handsome man approaching her.

Johnson Hoffman was strikingly good-looking, his features finely chiseled, and his presence charismatic.

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