---- Chapter 112 Wendy couldn't help but wonder why Julian had specifically mentioned Jenna in front of her and made such a statement . Could it be that he knew about the Sanders family's circumstances? As the thought crossed her mind, Wendy pressed her lips together, wanting to ask but hesitating to speak up. Seeing her remain silent and her expression change, Julian thought his words had finally hit a nerve. A smug look appeared on his face. "You're the older sister.

You should learn more from Jenna." With that, he shot Wendy a glance and walked away. Wendy pressed her lips together as she watched Julian go off. His smug expression clearly showed he knew about her relationship with Jenna. Moreover, he was definitely on Jenna's side. She thought for a moment, then gently shook her head. None of this was her concern. Besides, if Julian was close to Jenna, it only made his hostility toward her easier to understand.

After washing her hands, Elena came looking for Wendy. " Why have you been out so long? Everyone's been looking for you to drink. Let's go." Then, she took Wendy back to the private room before she could refuse. ---- From the moment Wendy returned , Julian's gaze landed on her. It was wary and guarded, as if afraid she might mention what happened earlier. However, Wendy didn't even glance at him. Instead, she was surrounded by the younger crowd, drinking glass after glass.

Seeing the situation, Gregory pulled Wendy over to sit beside him. "You all better not overdo it. Getting Wendy drunk wouldn't be good." He said this with a warm smile to defend Wendy, and the younger ones wisely backed off. Gregory even had someone bring a few cups of ginger tea and place one in front of Wendy. Nathaniel clicked his tongue across from them and remarked, "Gregory, I've never seen you be so protective over a student like this before." Gregory chuckled. "What else?

With a student this outstanding, I can't let anything happen to her."" "You're caring for her as if she were your daughter. All of those students are going to be jealous." It was clearly just some playful teasing between old friends. Yet, Wendy still keenly noticed the subtle, judgmental glances being cast her way. People always tended to overanalyze situations. She paid them no mind and sat beside Gregory, doing exactly what was expected of her.

The mentor-mentee bond between ---- her and Gregory was strong. No side-eye or whispered remark could twist or taint that. The gathering finally ended half an hour later. Several people had drunk too much and left unsteadily, swaying as they climbed into their cars. Wendy stayed behind, helping Gregory see a few older doctors off before finally letting out a breath of relief. She turned back to the private room to grab her bag.

Yet, just as she reached the doorway, she heard voices coming from the empty room. Her name was being mentioned. "Did Dr. Quinn mean that Wendy calls Dr. Hendrix her godfather?" They were all adults, and the way that word "godfather" was said, laced with implication and ambiguity , made its intent painfully clear without needing any deeper analysis. Wendy's expression didn't change as she went to push the door open. That was when another voice spoke up. "Don't talk nonsense. That's Dr.

Hendrix you're talking about. He has a loving wife and a happy family. "and with his age, calling him a godfather is generous. He's old enough to be her grandfather . His biological daughter is studying art overseas. There's no way he'd suddenly take someone like her as his goddaughter."