Chapter 149
I was a doctor, and I would rise above this humiliation.
Then, before Dr. Evans could utter a word, a new voice cut through the tension, laced with a hint of amusement.
"Well, well, well... what have we here? A bit of a misunderstanding, I presume?"
The voice belonged to the young man, Arman, the son of minister, and a man whose presence always seemed to fill a room, even a crowded hospital hallway. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a wry smile playing on his lips. His gaze flicked between Monica, Dr. Evans, and me, taking in the scene with an almost unnerving perceptiveness.
"Nurse Monica," he said, his voice smooth as velvet but with an underlying steel, "I wasn't aware you were in charge of resident orientation these days. Perhaps you could enlighten me on the new curriculum?"
Monica visibly paled, her mortification deepening. "Mr. Armand! I... I just assumed... I didn't realize..."
