---- Chapter 58 Wendy's gaze darkened. She spoke coldly. "I still have appointments to see. I'll visit Grandpa after my shift." She didn't want to stay around them a second longer and kept pressing the elevator button. But the doors remained open. Jenna stepped into the elevator and grabbed Wendy's arm. "You're already here. Just go take a quick look." Wendy grew irritated and frowned at her. "Do you not understand my words?" "Wendy, I just thought Mr.

Frank Senior loves you the most, so I-" Jenna quickly added, "Don't be mad. If you don't want to go, then it's fine." She said that, but didn't let go. Wendy yanked her arm free. "Let go."" "Ah, Wendy, you-" There was a loud thud as Jenna fell to the floor. The closing elevator doors nearly clipped her head. James, who was outside, reacted quickly and hit the button just in time to stop it. ---- "What are you doing, Wendy?" he asked as he stepped in and helped Jenna up.

He glared at Wendy furiously. Wendy frowned and stared at Jenna, who was clinging tightly to James. Her voice was cold. "If you want to act, go find a film crew. This hospital isn't your stage." "You-" James hadn't expected that response. He instinctively wanted to scold her. But Wendy kicked Jenna away as she tried to move closer again. It wasn't a gentle kick. Jenna felt the sharp pain shoot through her knee and widened her eyes, letting herself fall into James' arms.

"Wendy, you-" "Get out." Wendy's expression turned frosty. Her voice was merciless. "Keep pestering me and I'll call security." The goal had already been achieved . There was no way Jenna would overstay her welcome now. The pain in her leg intensified her hatred for Wendy, but now wasn't the time to strike back. James carried Jenna out. As he watched the elevator doors ---- close, a strange feeling stirred in him. He stood there stunned, thinking about how decisively Wendy had kicked her.

In his arms, Jenna began to sob. "James, don't blame Wendy, okay? I was the one holding her back. It's my fault she was delayed from attending to her patients." "You only wanted her to visit Grandpa. Don't blame yourself." James came back to his senses. He picked her up and said, "Stop talking. I'll get a doctor to check your leg. Apatch of blood had already stained Jenna's pant leg. She nodded through her tears, crying out softly, "It hurts, James.

My leg hurts so much." James' face instantly turned cold. "Don't worry. The doctor will be here soon. It'll be alright." When the doctor arrived, Jenna looked at James with tear- filled eyes. "James, can you wait outside? I don't want you to see the wound. It looks awful." James didn't refuse. Seeing her tearful face, he felt a pang of sympathy. ---- Jenna cared about her looks. He knew that. So when she made the request, James stepped outside.

Once the exam room door closed, she lowered her voice and asked the doctor, "The previous injury tore open again. Will it leave a scar?" The doctor lifted her pant leg, frowned, and shook his head. "Hard to say. But don't worry, I'll stitch it as neatly as I can. Even if there's a scar, it won't be too obvious." Jenna's eyes welled with tears. "Please, doctor, you have to help me. Wendy misunderstood my relationship with her husband and kicked me.

If this gets out, it'll be bad for the hospital's reputation. After all, she's a doctor." The doctor froze mid-way through cleaning her wound. " You mean Dr. Sanders from Cardiology?"