Damon clamped his lips shut, casting an unreadable gaze my way.
"Because she’s the mother of my child, I won’t let her suffer harm she doesn’t deserve". After a mont, he finally responded to my question, but his answer took by surprise.
Sc, he wasn’t protecting Catherine out of love, but because she was the mother of Leo. And so, for his son’s sake, he defended her?
"Don’t you love her?" I couldn’t help but ask.
Damon fell silent again, his expression growing sowhat restless.
A strange thought occurred to , and I asked again, "Damon, do you still have feelings for ? That project with Mitch, why did it happen to be in abroad?"
As soon as I asked, I regretted it. It seed as though I was testing him, implying that I still cared for him, but indirectly asking if he still had feelings for .
Damon looked sowhat taken aback. He was about to answer when my phone rang. It was my mom, "Eliana, have you and Jones returned yet? Serena and Brandon seem to miss their parents today. We can’t calm them down!"
"What about Norah?" I felt a pang of anxiety.
"She wasn’t feeling well tonight, so I sent her to the hospital. It’s just and your dad at ho now," my mom replied.
’Jones is tied up with a surgery, so he can’t make it back. I’ll co ho to soothe the kids!" Thinking of my children crying at ho made my heart ached. I hung up the phone and hurriedly hailed a cab.
But I couldn’t get a cab, and the ride-sharing app showed a queue. It seed like fate was deliberately delaying .
I was getting frustrated when I noticed Catherine exiting the hospital. She had changed her clothes and carried a black bag, her expression sowhat gloomy. She walked over to Damon.
Damon hadn’t answered my question, but it no longer mattered.
Catherine noticed waiting for a cab. She walked over without uttering a word, simply asking, "Ms. Brooks, would you like us to give you a ride? Where’s Jones? Why isn’t he with you?"
She spoke as if nothing had happened that night, harboring no resentnt towards .
All could say was that she had ten tis better ntal capacity than Ariel.
"Sure," I answered plainly since all I wanted was to rush ho to my children, and I didn’t care whose car I took.
Catherine, seed surprised by my quick agreent, considering my previous avoidance of her and Damon.
But since the words were out, there was no taking back. Catherine turned to Damon, "Damon, can we give her a lift?"
For so reason, Damon’s face fell, turning even colder than before. "No, doesn’t she have a husband? Her kids at ho need their father. She can call Jones." Damon’s words made Catherine’s face shift. Although he was a mature man in many aspects, his words at that mont were filled with inexplicable bitterness. Perhaps noticing that, he said to Catherine, "I’ll take you ho first. You rest well. Don’t worry about other things. I’ll handle them."
"I’m sorry, my issues might cause trouble for you. I’ve already resigned from the hospital," Catherine said softly, her head slightly bowed.
"Why did you resign?" Damon’s voice turned icy. "Did the Dean ask you to?"
"No, I just don’t have the dignity to stay. I’ll take a break for a while and find work when an opportunity cos up." Catherine quickly explained. She glanced at , "Let’s take Ms. Brooks ho first. I believe she didn’t an to target tonight. She was just deceived by those manipulated ssages on the phone."
I was not a fool. Those were definitely not manipulated ssages.
Just then, Jones appeared, rushing towards and panting. He sighed in relief and asked, "Eliana, are you okay?"
He hadn’t even noticed Damon and Catherine.
I shook my head, "I’m fine. Have you finished the surgery?"
"Yes, it was a simple one. I got a call about Serena and Brandon crying at ho, so rushed off from work. Let’s go ho." Jones’s concern for the children was evident.
Catherine chuckled and said, "Jones, you’re such a good dad. You’re even more worried about the kids crying at ho than their own mom."
Only then did Jones notice Damon and Catherine. He looked surprised and responded, "Of course, they’re my children. Don’t you feel the sa?"
For so reason, Damon didn’t react, but Catherine seed a little odd, casting an unnatural glance my way.
"All parents feel the sa," Catherine regained her composure and extended her hand to Jones, "Nice to et you, Dr. Jones. I thought it was fate that we were alumni and now colleagues, but it seems our fate was short-lived. I hope we can cross paths again."
Jones looked at Catherine’s hand, puzzled, "What do you an?"
He didn’t know about the incident at the awards ceremony. It seed like he rushed here as soon as he finished the surgery.
Seeing Jones’s hesitation, Catherine didn’t feel awkward. She withdrew her hand and returned to Damon’s side, intimately holding onto his arm, "You can have your wife explain what happened tonight. We should get going."
Damon gave a cold glance. In the face of Catherine’s intimacy, he showed no resistance or discomfort.
So, his earlier claim of caring for Catherine rely because she was Leo’s mother was a lie?
A wave of irritation stirred within . I hated that subtle, uncontrollable feeling, always overthinking even when I knew I shouldn’t.
Not until Damon’s car faded into the distance did Jones take my hand, "Co on, let’s get back ho."
"Okay." I nodded in agreent.
On the ride back, I told Jones about the happenings at the award ceremony tonight.
Jones’s brows furrowed, "So, Catherine has resigned?"
"Yes. Do you seem like you didn’t want her to resign?" I quickly caught on to the odd focus of Jones’s concern and imdiately questioned him.
"No, it’s just unexpected that the Dean would agree. Given Damon’s influence, the hospital is likely to keep Catherine on board rather than let her go," Jones explained.
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