Right Person, Wrong Time

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Chapter 320 Deep in Thought

Nicole made a few other calls, but she received similar answers. All of them said that the most they could promise

with Benedict’s condition was a 20% success rate.

This made Nicole feel rather hopeless. She clutched her phone with a helpless look on her face—she felt like she

didn’t have any idea what to do.

Eventually, she threw her phone aside. She decided that she no longer wanted to make any calls—she knew that

most of the other doctors’ answers would be the same. She could hear a ringing in her head as she pressed her

fingers against her eyes.

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She had only shut her eyes to rest for a moment when Whitney pushed the door and walked in. “This is an

agreement sent from downstairs, Nicole,” Whitney said while walking in. Whitney stopped talking when she saw

how pale and tired Nicole looked.

“What’s wrong, Miss Nicole? Are you not feeling well? Do you need me to send you to the doctor’s?” Whitney asked.

Nicole shook her head as she opened her eyes to look at the documents in Whitney’s hands. She spoke while taking

the papers into her hands. “I’m fine.

I might have been too tired recently. It’s no big deal.” Whitney took a long, careful look at Nicole’s face while

frowning. “You’re scarily pale, Nicole.”

Nicole hastily looked through the documents. The contents of the records were about hiring an ambassador for

Ann. The ambassador they were looking at was Sarah Brenner, one of Nicole’s classmates in high school. What a

coincidence, Nicole thought. “I’m fine. Old Mr. Benedict has been ill recently, so perhaps I’m just worried about

him.”

“You don’t have to worry, Nicole. The Gardners are powerful—I’m sure they will have their ways. We don’t have to

worry about them,” Whitney said. “I know.”

Nicole smiled as she lowered her head to sign the documents. “Sarah Brenner used to be my classmate, so I can be

the one to talk to her about this ambassadorship.”

Whitney no longer continued the previous topic when she heard Nicole talking about work. “Yeah. I’ll let the design

department know about this,” Whitney replied with a nod.

“You can make an appointment for today afternoon. Tell her that the founder of Ann, Nicole, wants to meet her.

We’ll see if she can take some time for a meeting,” Nicole said.

Whitney nodded and left the room after receiving her orders. After she left, Nicole leaned back against the chair

and spun it around to face the back of the office.

The office room had a great view—the large floor-to-ceiling window behind her showed her the spectacular scenery

outside. She glanced out at the sight as she fell deep into her thoughts.

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Am I really going to just watch Old Mr. Benedict die on the hospital bed? She lowered her gaze to look at her hands

and shut her eyes as she recalled how her master had been lying on the hospital bed a few years ago.

Her master had worn a pained look on his face when he spoke to her. “I swear on my innocence, Nicole. I’ve never

wronged a single patient, yet I ended up with a patient who tarnished my relationship! Being a doctor is supposed

to be a sacred career, yet this career just ruined my life!

You shouldn’t be a doctor anymore, Nicole. Everyone else is going to criticize you if they know you’re my

apprentice. So, don’t be a doctor anymore, Nicole!” Moments before her master died, he clutched her hand while

mumbling to her.

Nicole knew that it wasn’t her master’s intention for her to watch a patient die without saving the patient. He simply

didn’t want her to inherit his title as he was worried that it would harm her.

Nicole was aware of this all along, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to move past her beloved master’s death.

She had witnessed him dying on the hospital bed with sorrow-filled eyes, and all of this had happened because of

his patient’s act of slandering him.

What should I do, Mom? Am I really going to watch Old Mr. Benedict die without doing anything?

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