Chapter 42
Elara.
The silence stretches on, and no one says anything. I guess they’re too stunned by the sudden shift from earlier excitement to this tension.
My gaze locks onto the three women before me, their eyes are sharp and calculating as I stand my ground. The tension in the air is palpable, and I can almost feel the burn of their glares as everything freezes.
The woman in the middle, the one who had spoken, stands out as the leader. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascades to her waist, and her blue eyes sparkle with a sense of superiority. There’s no denying her beauty—she’s striking in a way that demands attention
The two women by her sides are identical, clearly wins. Their appearance is meticulously coordinated–matching hair, makeup, and even the way they stand with arms crossed glaring at me in unison. The resemblance between them is so perfect it’s almost eerie, like they were made to complement each other’s every move.
“Exactly,” one of the twins on the right sneers, taking a deliberate step forward. “She hasn’t even touched a scalpel in years. How can someone like her be hired to work in this hospital! It’s absolutely impractical, don’t you think?”
“It’s obviously impractical. Are we really going to accept this?” the other twin chimes in, her voice dripping with disdain. “What if she kills someone during a brain surgery! We all know how complicated the werewolf brain is, and one mistake–just one–and it’s over. So, yes, I absolutely agree that this is impractical
“I mean, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but they do have a point, someone murmurs, breaking the silence. The crowd erupts in whispers, their gazes darting between the three women and me.
“Yes, if you think about it carefully and from a professional perspective. Dr. Elara working here doesn’t seem like the best idea,” another voice chimes in hesitantly.
They avert their gazes, whispering among themselves in hushed tones. I can see the smug expressions on the women faces as they stared me down. The leader, however, remains silent for now, studying me with her piercing blue eyes, as if waiting for my response.
Eva sign dramatically, before she can say anything Gregory steps forward, his posture straight and his expression calm as he smiles.
“Anastasia Lila, and Lana,” Gregory says, his tone firm. “I understand your perspectives and where you are coming from, but this isn’t the proper way to voice them. How about we have this discussion in my office instead?”
Their gazes flicker to Gregory. Their lips are drawn into frowns, and though they want to retort, whatever they intend to say remains unspoken
“Yes, I agree with Gregory. This isn’t the right way to handle this. You’re causing unnecessary drama here in the hospital when we could discuss this in a more civilised manner.
“Y–yes, I agree too. Dr. Elara is a good doctor; we shouldn’t judge her too easily.” I turn my gaze to the person who speaks and find it is the young girl–Eva–who followed Martha during my check–up and called herself my fan. She shrinks back as the three women turn their sharp glares on
her
“But am I mistaken?” The girl in the middle, who must be Anastasia, says with a roll of her eyes. “I’m simply stating what I see, and it’s right before us. Who has heard of a brain surgeon returning to work after not practicing for five years! And moreover.. let’s not forget about who she is.”
Martha
opens her mouth to speak, but I step forward, my head held high, determined to diffuse the tension. “You’re right,” I say, my voice calm but firm. Almost immediately, all eyes snap to me, the room falling silent as I offer a small, measured smile.
“A brain surgery
is not an easy matter, and I completely understand your concerns,” I continue. “However, I want to assure you that I haven’t lost my skills, even after these past five years. But if my words alone don’t case your doubts, then I promise this I will not performs a surgery unless 1 have earned your trust.”
The crowd murmurs, their gazes sweeping through me as they consider my words. Anastasia scoffs, clearly unimpressed, but before she can say anything. Gregory steps forward with a nod. “That seems fair. Dr. Elara won’t perform any surgery stil it is confirmed that she is qualified. This is
hospital; we shouldn’t be gathered here like this. Everyone should head to their respective duties.”
I watch as everyone leaves, the three women shooting ane a harsh glare as they strut off, the sound of their heels echoing through the hall. I can barely stops myself from rolling my eyes. Goddess, I can already feel the drama coming my way. My earlier excitement about working at the hospital has completely evaporited Ofcoune, nothing ever goes my way. The goddess always seems determined to make my hite more difficul.
The rest of the day passes by in a blur. Martha takes me on a tour of the hospital, introducing me to some of the staff and eventually leading me to my new office. When I step inside. I’m momentarily stunned. The space is much larger than I expected
“I don’t think I deserve this yet,” I say, turning to Martha. “I haven’t even proven myself”
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Martha simply waves off
my protest with a grin. “Nonsense. You’ve already proven yourself outside of this hospital. Besides, Gregory insisted. He wants to make sure you have everything you need to settle in comfortably. Now, stops overthinking and enjoy the perks, will your”
Few hours later, I sigh as I get out of the car and wave at Martha. She also lives in the packhouse with her mate but in a different section. Almost immediately after stepping into the packhouse, my eyes meet rows of maids arranged in formation, bowing at me, as if they had been waiting
ever since Damien threatened them, but this felt different–this was a kind of respect reserved only for someone important, someone of high status:
The maids had started showing
& respect
“Hm–Agatha, what’s going on?” 1 blink, staring at Agatha, who stands at the front of the row, her head bowed. Just as I’m about to finish my sentence, she speaks, and the words make my eyes widen and my jaw drop.
“Greetings to the future Luna” she says, and the maids behind her echo her words in unison.
“Greetings to the future Luna”
What the hell did they just say?
