Chapter 72 Bunny Slippers

At that moment, Phillip, who was positioned on the side, covered his mouth, coughed, then

tumed away.

"These are conversations that you shouldn't be getting yourself involved in, Sean said, his voice awkward.

Susanna raised an eyebrow and took two steps toward Sean, asking, "So you're hiding your being together with Norah from me because you think that I'm still a kid? What's the need of hiding your relationship with Norah from me?"

Just as Sean opened his mouth to respond, Norah, dressed in a long crimson chiffon dress, came down and interrupted, "Why are you guys conversing in hush voices? Is it about something secret?"

Seeing Norah, Susanna's eyes immediately lit up and she quickly walked up to Norah, asking, "Yesterday night, you slept in Sean's room, right? Should I assume that you'd be my sister-in-law?"

Turning to face Sean, Susanna smiled mischievously and continued, "I was just having a conversation with Sean about this topic."

Hearing all this, Norah's cheeks burned bright red. She should have known that Susanna would come to such conclusions. But as she thought about what had happened the previous night, Norah looked down and tried to explain, "Actually, I slept in the guest room last night. So, your idea of where I slept yesterday is wrong. Anyway, I have to hit the road or I'll be late for work. You guys should keep on chatting."

Having survived Susanna's teasing, Norah had become resistant to Susanna's playful remarks and didn't mind them much. But facing Sean was an entirely different case. Psychologically, she wasn't comfortable around him. Waving her hand, she left the duo alone.

As Norah walked away, Susanna stared at the pink bunny slippers on Norah's feet, pouted her lips, and called out, "Hurry up! Or you'll be late for work."

Once Norah was gone, Susanna tumed to face Sean and said unhappily, "I had been wondering who you wanted to give those bunny slippers to the moment I saw them. And now it turns out you bought them for Norah. Why didn't you bother to get a pair for me? It's not fairf

"I thought Phillip had arranged a pair of slippers for you," Sean replied as he headed to the kitchen, hungry for a sandwich.

Susanna rolled her eyes and followed him, saying, "What Phillip arranged for me is different

from what you arranged for Norah. By the way, didn't you see the way she eagerly clarified where she slept? She's always quick when it comes to playing down her relationship with you. Could it, be because she doesn't like you?"

She then paused for a minute as she seemed to be deep in thought. Stroking her chin, she looked at Sean, her eyes filled with determination, and continued, "But, do not let this weigh you down! I'll see to it that your unrequited love gets reciprocated. One way or another, I'm going to see to it that Norah falls in love with you!"

Hearing this, Sean raised both of his eyebrows at the excited Susanna and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

As Norah walked out of the courtyard gate, she began to ponder whether to drive home first or take a taxi directly to Silver Boulder Private Hospital. Suddenly, Phillip's voice called her from behind, interrupting her thoughts. "Miss Wilson, just a moment, please."

"Phillip, how can I help you?" Norah turned around and asked.

"It's about the police, Miss Wilson. I forgot to tell you that they might need you to put down your statement today."

Norah nodded slightly and unconsciously clenched her left hand. With a straight face, she asked, "And what should I tell them?"

Phillip, looking collected, replied, "Well, Miss Wilson, just tell them that it was infighting and that you and Mr. Hayes were extremely lucky to have escaped. All in all, they shouldn't take much of your time. You'll be in and out before you know it. Also, Mr. Scott has instructed me to drive you to the hospital."

"Alright. You can just drop me off at the hospital's entrance, Norah said and let out a sigh of relief.

Phillip must have handled the scene exceptionally well. Norah's previous job was to eliminate targets for the organization and she had done that numerous times again and again, while always managing, no matter how tight the situation was, to evade the police. She was an expert when it came to leaving no breadcrumbs behind and cleaning up traces. She couldn't help but wonder how Phillip had cleared everything up.

A little while later, they arrived at the entrance of Silver Boulder Private Hospital. As she got

out of the car, Norah adjusted her dress and said to Phillip, "Extend my thanks to Mr. Scott." At that moment, someone took a picture of this scene and sent it to the chat group of Silver

Boulder Private Hospital. But, one minute later, the picture was quickly retracted.

"Are you guys seeing what I'm seeing? That car is the definition of luxury. It's worth over a million! And she is wearing a dress that's worth tens of thousands! These rich people are way beyond our league! They are the definition of royalty!"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the woman in the picture Dr. Wilson?"

"Her beauty is unlike any that I've ever seen. In fact, Dr. Wilson is hands down the most

beautiful doctor in the hospital. No one even comes close! But, I didn't expect her to be so rich.

Just look at her clothing. It screams luxury! And don't let me get started about the car. To be

frank, I don't think the monthly salary that the hospital pays her is up to the price of the bag that she's carrying. I searched for the price just now, it's a thirty-thousand mini bag! She is freaking, rich!"

"Honestly, I doubt if such a luxury car is hers. And her high-end dress was probably gifted to her by a rich person. By the way, since Dr. Wilson arrived here at Silver Boulder Private Hospital, besides providing some assistance to Gil in a few surgeries, she doesn't seem to have anything to do in the Cardiac Surgery Department, right?"

"I work in the Cardiac Surgery Department and I can tell you that Dr. Wilson simply writes

cases in the department every day. Since she came, she hasn't had a single chance to carry

out a full surgery."

The group's members were all excited about Norah and a load of messages kept coming in as they discussed her.

As Norah, now dressed in a white coat, walked into the department, she caught, out of the comer of her eyes, Jolie and Baylor glancing at her. Confused, she wondered if something major had happened in her absence.

Swallowing hard, Jolie approached Norah and saw the high-end luxury brand dress Norah wore under the white coat. It was exactly the one she had seen at the Splendor Building, and was worth exactly one hundred and eighty thousand!

As Norah took her seat, she looked up at Jolie and asked, "Can you tell me why you and Baylor are looking at me in such a weird manner? It's not like I'm late, right? Or did Jamison say something?"

Baylor shook his head. "Dr, Wilson, did you join the chat group of Silver Boulder Private Hospital when you arrived?"

"No, Norah simply replied. For her, chat groups were just meaningless gossip centers that simply served as a source of headaches. Since she used Aikin's account to send those pictures to the group, she hadn't heard or had anything to do with it since.

After being taught a lesson by Norah, Aikin had been avoiding Norah vigorously, and other curious doctors around never approached Norah but simply observed her cautiously. So far so good, Norah's time at the hospital had been excellent. A chat group would, at best, ruin her experience.

"Wow, the dress you have on looks exactly like a dress from L's Wardrobe. In fact, I think it is the exact one, costs one hundred and eighty thousand, right?" Jolie asked cautiously.

Norah shook her head and replied honestly, "I don't know where it was gotten from. Someone gave it to me as a gift."

Hearing this, Jolie and Baylor glanced at each other knowingly. So that was it, Dr. Wilson had someone who loved her enough to give her such an expensive gift.

"Can you guys spill the beans already? What's going on? Norah asked irritatedly as she lowered her eyes and began to organize her desk.

"Well, when you were dropped off this morning by a luxury car, someone took a picture of you

and posted it on the chat group for a moment. Now everyone is claiming that you're either the lover of a very wealthy person or you're just a mistress to a wealthy married man whose family you seek to wreck," Baylor said, having given a detailed explanation of what was going on in the chat group and the speculation about Norah passed around.

Jolie blinked and took two steps back, saying softly, "I simply asked you about the dress because I had seen it before at the Splendor building. I didn't know it was a gift..."

Realizing that the duo got the wrong idea, Norah interrupted Jolie's rambling, "The car is simply that of a friend, and I had no idea where the dress was from. Also, I'm not a mistress."

Jolie nodded and chuckled awkwardly. "Of course, you are not. Though, the way they were talking about you being a mistress, one will think they caught you red-handed. I bet they are just jealous of your beauty and seek to damage your image.

"So what? Should I become ugly?" Norah asked coldly.

Jolie shook her head and hands vigorously, saying, "No, that's not what I mean. I'm just trying to say if your beauty makes them jealous, that's their problem, not yours.”