Chapter 137
As I walked back to the ward, I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I was angry, frustrated, and hurt by Monica's words. But beneath that, a steely resolve was hardening. I would prove her wrong.
I knew it wouldn't be easy. Monica's words, though harsh, had touched on a raw nerve. I wasny privileged. I didn't have advantages she didn't. All I had was my hard work, my dedication, or my genuine desire to help people.
I replayed the conversation in my head, searching for a way to bridge the gap between us. But Monica seemed determined to see me as the enemy, as a symbol of everything she resented.
I reached the entrance to the ward and paused, taking a deep breath. I couldn't let Monica's negativity poison my work. I had patients to care for, lives to save.
As I stepped through the doorway, I saw Nurse Davies hurrying towards me, her face worried. "Alayna, thank goodness you're back. We have a problem in Room 203. Maria is getting worse."
