The next day, Chase checked out of the hotel. The hospital offered housing, so he moved in with his luggage. But during his shift, he unexpectedly overheard Wendy and Henry’s names. “Ms. Quinn and Mr. Henry really have something special. Did you see those old news articles?” “Yeah, I did. Ms. Quinn and Mr. Henry were childhood sweethearts. They were supposed to end up together, but their families pulled them apart. Honestly, it’s like something out of a romance novel! But… didn’t Ms. Quinn get married?” “So what if she did? Mr. Henry was married too! They even have a kid, but… they must be divorced by now. Otherwise how would they be back together again?” “Breaking up, getting married to other people, and still ending up together? That’s some drama. But Mr. Henry really does look so gentle. Ms. Quinn too.” Chase stood frozen in the doorway, not reacting for a long while—until his roommate came back in with water and called out. “Chase, what’s up?” Snapping out of it, he shook his head. Seeing him holding a cup, the roommate lifted the kettle. “Come on in. I just got some hot water.” Chase returned to the room, movements a bit stiff. His roommate poured him a cup of hot water. “Those nurses just got off their shift. The hospital just got sponsorship from Quinn Group, so of course they’re curious about Ms. Quinn.” The hospital was sponsored by Quinn Group? Chase slowly turned to his roommate. “Quinn Group? Wendy?” “Yeah. You heard about it too?” The roommate didn’t even look up, still gaming on his phone. “Quinn Group donated two hundred million in medical equipment all at once. Talk about generous!” Chase sipped his water and slowly calmed down. He was about to head out when he heard his roommate behind him say, “Oh right, you’re supposed to scrub in on tomorrow’s surgery with the professor. He said you’ve got really steady hands. He left the files in the office—you should go grab them.” Their intern dorms were just behind the hospital. After a moment’s thought, Chase threw on his coat and went to pick up the case files. Truthfully, he really wanted to see what it looked like when Wendy loved someone. Even after five years together, Wendy had never loved him. If he couldn’t have it for himself, he at least wanted to see what it looked like when she gave it to someone else. He entered the hospital through the back entrance, picked up the files from the professor’s office, and started wandering aimlessly through the building. The nurses all recognized him. He was good-looking, and he was handpicked by the hospital for his internship. What other intern got to assist in surgeries right from day one? He had a high profile here. “Dr. Chase, what brings you in? Covering a shift?” a nurse greeted him with a smile. Chase hesitated a moment, then walked over. “I’m here to grab a case file. Can you check for me—there’s a little girl named Joy. I think it’s a fever from bronchitis. Is she still on IV?” The nurse started to check, but paused the moment she heard the name. She gave him a knowing look. “So you’ve heard too, Dr. Chase?” Chase looked confused. Leaning in, the nurse whispered, “That little girl is supposedly Ms. Wendy’s daughter. You didn’t know? Quinn Group’s investing in our hospital and flooding us with medical equipment like it’s free.” She motioned with her chin. “They’re in Room 512. Rich folks really are different. A tiny fever, and the kid gets a private room for her IV. Probably done in another thirty minutes.” “Thanks.” Room 512 was on the same floor. Just a short walk around the corner. And sure enough, Wendy and Henry were sitting just outside the room. Probably to avoid disturbing the child’s rest, the two of them were shoulder to shoulder on the hallway bench, the atmosphere intimate. “Here, just take it,” Wendy said, stuffing something into Henry’s hand. Henry looked flustered and instinctively tried to hand it back. “No, really. Joy and I are already putting you out. I can’t take your car on top of that.” Oh. So she was giving her first love a car now. Chase let out a bitter laugh. Of course. Different people, different fates. Chase never worked and stayed home most of the time. The few times he went out for groceries, he didn’t even need a car. Two years into their marriage, it was Mandy who gifted him one, said it was for convenience. Seeing the concern in her eyes, Chase didn’t want to worry his mother-in-law, so he accepted it. But that same night, Wendy came home drunk and tore into him. “Some live-in husband you are—taking money, taking a car. You want my dad’s car too, huh?” She shoved a card into his pocket. “Quit asking my mom for money. If word gets out, people will think I’m bullying you.”
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