The Genius Doctor My Wife Is Valiant Novels & Stories

Quinn laughed, “As usual... hectic. Let’s come to the point. How did this happen?” “Well.” Dr. Valentine sat on the opposite chair and explained, “I took her to an art exhibition, and there we encountered her senior artist. He said something about her husband, and she passed out.” Dr. Quinn frowned and asked in a frenzy, “What did you say? Are you sure?” “Yes. In fact, he has mistaken me as her husband.” Dr. Quinn snapped his finger and said excitedly, “Her husband is the trigger. We need to contact him.” There was a triumphant smile on his face.

She held the marriage certificate, pouting. "I'm just worried that you might be tired." He chuckled, feeling more reassured seeing her smile. His young wife was quite resilient. Despite encountering many problems, she could still keep a smile on her face. "Going with you won't make me tired. I don't want to go home. Wherever you go, I'll follow." "Alright, I'll take you with me wherever I go. Are you satisfied now?" "Satisfied." She laughed sweetly. o0o Both of them arrived at the company together. Just before entering a dedicated elevator, they unexpectedly encountered several directors from the research department, including Kellan Lutz, stepping out from another elevator.

My voice a lifeline in the madness. "You're okay. I've got you. I won't let go." Another explosion outside rattles the walls. The camp is turning into a warzone triage center. Then a wolf, half-shifted, barely upright, burst through the door, his eyes wide and frantic. "Doc, Doc! It's Vladimir! He's down! You have to come now!"

I grabbed Christopher's arm discreetly, gripping tightly into his flesh. Anyone who looked closely would notice his fingers twitching slightly from the intense pain. However, it seemed he had anticipated this and used an anesthetic to avoid giving himself away. Fine—if he couldn't move, that worked to my advantage. I wailed at the top of my lungs, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. "What?!" I shrieked. "My husband just passed away, and you expect me to smile? This hospital is inhumane! Christopher was one of your doctors, but I don't see even a trace of grief on your face! Did you want him to die?"

Mrs Helvig didn't know what he would think of her very passionate indirect confession of love for him while she defended his honour. "Unlike my husband, I do not think that you and my daughter are unacquainted although it is strange that she never once mentioned you. That ring on her finger, did you buy it?" Tynan blushed. Leave it to a mother to be so observant about the littlest things. He didn't know if Mr Helvig saw that ring on Laura's finger but it wouldn't surprise him if the man didn't notice it until Laura brought it up. He couldn't understand the machine-gun German going on upstairs but from the tone, he was worried that his wife might just slug her father out of frustration.

Who is this woman in his life? "Oh, hi!" Doctor Vina waved at me. Now I know why he is familiar to me. He is the medical student I saw with Raxon seven years ago. I can't be wrong. I noticed how Raxon removed the doctor's hand when my gaze moved over there. "Aren't you the woman who visited Mrs. Hudson? I guess, you're his son's girlfriend. Am I wrong?" Raxon's jaw clenched. I swallowed hard but his set of deep black eyes didn't leave mine. I caught a glimpse of Arci as he grabbed my arm. He was also looking at the two people in front of us.

"Mrs. Tan’s husband came. He insists on seeing the patient." Olivia stood up and practically half-ran her way to the patient's room. She saw a burly man pacing back and forth in front of the door. He looked agitated. The first thing Olivia noticed when she surveyed him from head to toe was the large metal ring on his middle finger. Then it clicked in her head; she realized where Mrs. Tan had gotten her injuries. She discreetly signaled the nurse to call the security. The man turned to Olivia. “Are you the doctor? I'm here to see my wife.”

I consider doing some questioning but the old doctor walks in again. "Mr Winchester, we think it would be great if you joined your wife in there. " "Pardon sir, I am not her husband. " My embarrassment is visible on my face. "Oh, my bad. " says the doctor and turns to Stan. "So, Mr.... " "Stan Devin. I am her husband. " Stan offers

Valerius hissed, his voice distorted by his mask. "Please!" The doctor squealed, his hands raised. "I'm just a geneticist! I just manage the inventory!" "Inventory?" Valerius raised a claw to the doctor's throat. "Is that what my life is to you? A stock number?" "Valerius, don't kill him!" Jack shouted, grabbing a stun baton from a fallen guard. "We need his keycard!" Valerius hesitated. The desire to rip the man apart was radiating off him in waves. But he snatched the ID card from the doctor's lanyard instead.

“Especially when your wife’s business is finally gaining traction. And your daughter is settling in so well abroad.” The doctor’s fingers tightened on the arm of his chair. Valerie rose to her feet, smoothing her skirt with unhurried elegance. “I trust your judgment,” she said lightly. “You’ve always known how to navigate… sensitive situations.” She smiled once more before walking out. The door clicked shut. The doctor remained seated, staring at the empty space she had occupied moments ago. She didn't need to say much. All he knew was: THE SURGERY MUST NOT GO WELL.