Chapter 137: When the truth comes out...
After ensuring Lady Matilda was settled and comfortably attended to, Jessica let out a quiet breath, gently pulling the door shut behind her.
The hospital hallway felt unusually long, the fluorescent lights above casting a pale sheen over her weary frame. Her steps were soft, as she walked with a lingering heaviness. Today had been one hell of a day.
She glanced down at her arm, a dull throb radiating from the bruise that had begun to bloom beneath her skin. The impact from cushioning the old woman was catching up with her. She rolled her shoulder and winced slightly. I need to treat this, she told herself. If Davis sees it... he might lose it.
She could already picture his intense eyes narrowing in worry—or worse, frustration. He was observant. Hiding anything from him was nearly impossible.
Still, she didn’t regret a thing. She’d acted on instinct, and she’d do it again.
Returning to her office, she tossed her backpack onto the chair and pulled on her pristine white coat. The transition from emotional turmoil to professional composure was almost seamless and then she strode out of her office.
Jessica walked through the corridors with her usual grace, doctors and nurses greeting her with nods and hushed admiration. She changed into her surgical scrubs, scrubbed in, and prepped alongside her team.
"Dr. Sica," one of her assistants said, handing her a report, "The patient is stable. Anesthesia is ready. The team is standing by."
"Good," she replied. Her voice held no hesitation. "Let’s begin."She said.