บททั้งหมดของ YES NURSE: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The next morning, the surgical unit was prepared and ready for the surgery. Clementine was wheeled into the operating room under anesthesia. Charles stood at the scrub sink, completely focused and ready for the procedure.When he walked into the operating room, the room went dead silent. He was already gloved and gowned by the circulating nurse, who had helped him complete the final sterile preparations before he stepped up to the operating table. The surgical team was already in position, the sterile field was set, and the monitors were displaying Clementine’s vital signs. Chloe, Devon, Faris, and Megan were already positioned around the table, their eyes fixed on the prep monitors. Spirit stood directly across from Charles, ready with the surgical trays. This time around, she made sure her mind was one hundred percent in the room. “All right, people, let’s make this perfect,” Charles commanded, his voice muffled by the surgical mask as the br

But to their greatest surprise, Charles didn’t even utter a word, nor did he react. He just sat there quietly, watching it all unfold. Chloe saw the impending arrival of doom hanging over her friend’s head, and she tried snapping her back to her senses before things spiraled further. “Spirit, oh my God,” Chloe whispered, kicking her right under the table. But Spirit was lost in her own world. She leaned closer into Charles’s space, waving a hand in front of his face. “Seriously. Do you not like fun? Are you allergic to happiness? Look at us! We are merry, we are celebrating, and you’re just sitting there looking like a concrete wall.” The residents collectively held their breath, terrified Charles would tear into her. But Charles’s calmness kept proving them wrong. He just folded his arms across his chest, leaning back against the leather booth with his face perfectly neutral as he watched her

The ride was dead silent at first, except for the low purr of the engine as Charles navigated the quiet city streets. He gripped the steering wheel with one hand while his other hand repeatedly tapped his phone screen against the console.He was dialing Chris’s number for the fifth time in five minutes.It rang out before sliding straight into voicemail.Charles muttered a curse under his breath, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat.“Petty, dramatic child,” he growled to himself.They still hadn’t properly settled the argument they’d had a few days ago, and Chris was clearly ignoring his calls out of spite.Frustrated, Charles pressed the overhead button, flooding the car with bright LED light.The sudden glare acted like a shockwave to Spirit in the back seat. She gasped, blinking rapidly as she snapped out of the deep alcoholic fog she’d been drowning in.Charles caught her eye in the rearview mirror.“Good. You’re awake,” he grunted, already regretting his act of benevolence.

Charles was shocked to the bone. The names Chris and Ivy echoing in his ears like gunshots. All this time, he had known that his brother and Spirit had formed a close bond, but he had never in his wildest dreams imagined that it had crossed into this territory. He didn’t know it had reached this stage, where she was weeping in the dark over him, crushing on him to the point of breaking. Chris, Charles thought to himself, his jaw clenching so hard that a muscle ticked in his cheek. You sure know how to have your way with women, don’t you? First it was Ivy, and now her? Seriously? A strong wave of envy washed over him. Chris had always been the golden boy, the charming, emotionally available brother who smiled easily and drew people in without effort, while Charles was labeled the cold, clinical robot. As Charles sat there, buried deep in his own spiraling thoughts, trying to piece together the puzzle of the past few weeks, he felt a shift in the air. The weeping beside him

The reason why Charles refused was because he knew that if Chris got anywhere near Spirit tonight, something crazy would definitely go down between them. He absolutely did not want anything to transpire between Spirit and Chris ever again.Whether it was a sudden surge of jealousy or just a fierce need to be protective, Charles didn’t care. All he knew in that exact moment was that he didn’t want to see Chris near Spirit ever again.“Look,” Chris began, taking a step closer to his brother, his voice rising slightly in frustration. “I don’t know whatever went down between you guys tonight, I just—”“Nothing went down between us,” Charles cut him off instantly. “It was just a little office celebration, and she knocked herself out. She couldn’t find her way home, so I offered to bring her here.”“Since when did you become so nice?” Chris countered, looking his brother dead in the eyes, his face scowling with suspicion.“The Charles I know wo