Chapter 714
Chapter 714:
Yelena crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering and stern. “I’m pleased you do know some manners p>
A flicker of irritation crossed Monica’s face. Yelena was being rude—did she really believe she was better than everyone else? Monica had apologized merely out of courtesy, never really meaning it. She hadn’t expected Yelena to take her words so personally.
Unwilling to continue the confrontation, Yelena turned her attention back to Maggie. “Let me check your foot. Don’t worry. I’ll be careful p>
“Okay,” Maggie responded calmly.
The last time Maggie had seen Yelena, she’d been standing in the hospital hallway, her surgical gown still streaked with the evidence of her latest procedure.
That image was seared into Maggie’s mind—a reminder that Yelena was not just a doctor but a capable one.
True, orthopedics wasn’t Yelena’s specialty, but Maggie trusted that Yelena knew what she was doing.
Monica, however, didn’t share Maggie’s confidence.
As Yelena started examining Maggie’s swollen ankle, Monica’s voice sliced through the room like a scalpel. “Yelena, how many times do I have to tell you? You’re not qualified to do such things! What if you make things worse? Are you prepared to take responsibility for that p>
Yelena paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she turned to Monica. Why was Monica constantly getting in her way?
“I’ll take full responsibility,” Yelena said evenly, though the edge in her voice suggested she was done humoring Monica.
Monica opened her mouth to retort, but Maggie interjected, her tone calm but firm. “Monica, it’s fine. I trust Yelena p>
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Though her expression remained carefully composed, the tension in her jaw betrayed her displeasure. “If you feel any pain, promise me you’ll speak up,” Monica said, her voice clipped but measured.
“Of course,” Maggie replied with a reassuring smile.
Yelena returned to her task, unwrapping the bandage to reveal Maggie’s ankle—swollen, red, and inadequately treated. The over-the-counter medication applied earlier was doing little to help.
Without hesitation, Yelena reached into her bag and pulled out a small vial of something more potent. But before Yelena could apply it, Monica pounced again. “What’s that? You can’t just use p>
Monica didn’t get to finish. Something small and swift darted through the air and landed in her mouth.
She clutched her throat, her words strangled into silence.
Monica glared at Yelena, her expression a volatile cocktail of fury and panic.
She clearly believed Yelena had done something to her.
Maggie suppressed a smile.
She knew Yelena too well to believe anything sinister was at play. Whatever Yelena had done, it was likely harmless and temporary—just a clever way to teach Monica a lesson in restraint.
But Monica didn’t share Maggie’s certainty. Her wide-eyed panic, the frantic clutching at her throat, and the glare she shot Yelena all spoke volumes.
Monica pointed at her throat in terror, and then at Yelena, her wide eyes seemingly accusing Yelena of poisoning her and rendering her unable to speak.
The nurse, equally alarmed, froze for a moment before panic set in.