Semua Bab CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery: Bab 1761 - Bab 1770

Karina immediately offered, “I’ll see if there are any more tangerines.” “No need, I was just teasing,” Nina replied with a casual wave, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her relaxed demeanor, paired with her effortless charm, made her shine without even trying. She gave Karina a small smile before leaving. After she left, Fiona approached with a look of awe. “I can see now why everyone believes those rumors. She’s stunning! How could anyone not fall for her? If I were the director, I’d be head over heels too.” Karina’s chest tightened at Fiona’s words, though she couldn’t pinpoint why. Just the thought of Wilfred having someone special made her heart feel heavy and uncomfortable. She said nothing. Fiona, having seen Nina in person and picked up on her genuine demeanor, realized the situation probably wasn’t what the rumors suggested. She wisely dropped the topic of the supposed love child. As for those who continued gossiping, Fiona decided to steer clear, kee

Wilfred’s gaze soon settled on Karina, sharp and probing. “What’s on your mind?” Karina shook her head but hesitated. “I do have some thoughts… but until I meet the patient in person, they’re just ideas. Dr. Wilfred, you’re the one who taught me that.” She lifted her head, her bright eyes unintentionally glowing with determination. Wilfred’s gaze flickered for a moment, as if momentarily dazzled by her intensity. Resting his hands on his knees, he deliberated briefly before saying, “Then pack your things—we’re going.” Karina blinked in surprise, completely caught off guard. His lips curved slightly. “Didn’t you say it’s best not to jump to conclusions without seeing the real person? Well, let’s go meet them.” It was both an exciting and overwhelming surprise—no, more like a shock. Karina didn’t even know where to start. Should she grab sterilized gloves? Instruments? Maybe her notes? In the end, Wilfred took only her notebook, tossing the rest aside. “These aren

Sweat beaded on the researcher’s forehead as he struggled internally, hesitating for what felt like an eternity. In the end, he caved, allowing them to see the patient. As the researcher scurried away, Karina glanced at Wilfred. “Earlier, you mentioned Dr. Carter and Professor Zeller. Who are they?” Wilfred’s response was calm and straightforward. “Harley Carter, the person you just met. A dual specialist in internal and external medicine with years of overseas training. As for Professor Zeller, he’s a towering figure in the medical field. He’s given lectures at prestigious universities.” “Dr. Carter is his last and most esteemed protégé.” Karina’s heart raced. “Are you talking about Tim Zeller? The Professor Zeller?” Wilfred glanced at her, his tone neutral. “That’s him. What, are you a fan?” Realizing her excitement might have been a bit much, Karina hesitated. Given the earlier tension, it seemed like there might be some conflict between Wilfred and the mentor-prot

Karina was more than willing to rest. It had been a while since she felt this exhausted, the kind of tiredness that made her want to stay still for days. After grabbing a cup of instant noodles from the cupboard and finishing it off, she took a quick shower and climbed into bed, ready to sleep for as long as her body needed. But just as she was drifting off, loud knocks on her door startled her awake. The banging grew louder and more insistent. At first, she thought it might be a delivery, but when she opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of Kieran sitting in a wheelchair. Instantly alert, her first instinct was to slam the door shut. “Karina, is that it? You see me and don’t even want to say a word?” Kieran’s hand shot out to block the door. He was strong. No matter how hard Karina pushed with all her might, she couldn’t close the door. Her resistance only seemed to fuel his anger. Grabbing her wrist tightly, Kieran said, “I’m here to talk, that’s all. Let m

Karina’s expression darkened instantly.Yes, she needed money, and she genuinely wanted to earn it, but she had not fallen to the point of trading her body for cash. She stepped back, keeping her tone polite but firm. “Sir, I’m just a server here. My job is to sell drinks—nothing more.”“Don’t play innocent,” the man sneered, his gaze filled with undisguised contempt. “If you’re working in a place like this, doesn’t that mean you’ll do anything for the right price? Look, I’m not asking for free. If you make us happy tonight, I’ll buy everything on your cart. Don’t believe me? Go ask your manager if he’s heard of Mike Taylor.”Karina forced an awkward smile, grabbing the cart and trying to leave. She had no intention of compromising herself, but she also couldn’t afford to escalate the situation.However, the drunk man, seeing her attempt to walk away, grew angry. He shot to his feet and grabbed her arm, muttering profanities under his breath. “I’m giving you face by choosing you,