Chapter 1087

Book:Surprised With Her Real Identities Published:2024-10-8

She wouldn’t hesitate to humiliate this woman.
Verbal abuse wasn’t Sabrina’s exclusive domain; she could do it too.
Sylvia glanced at Sabrina and remained silent.
Sabrina felt like she had swallowed ten tons of explosives but couldn’t detonate them. She was seething with anger but had no way to vent it. Sylvia had hit her where it hurt the most. Although Sabrina had worked in the hematology department for some time, she had never been the primary doctor for any patient. This was her greatest shame. She felt utterly humiliated by Sylvia, as if her face had been rubbed into the ground and trampled on.
She couldn’t refute Sylvia because what she said was true. The other colleagues in the department were also speechless, their faces burning with embarrassment. It seemed Sylvia’s words were not just aimed at Sabrina but at all of them.
Sylvia continued working at her computer as if nothing had happened. She got up to fill her cup in the break room, and as soon as she left, her colleagues began whispering.
“What’s so great about her?”
“Why does she act so high and mighty?”
“Let me see what she’s doing,” one colleague said angrily, walking over to Sylvia’s computer to check the open document. His eyes widened instantly. “She’s writing a paper?! She must be doing it for a promotion.”
“Dr. Sabrina, have you finished your paper?” another colleague asked.
Hearing that Sylvia was writing a paper, Sabrina quickly walked over to Sylvia’s computer and stared at the screen. “Damn it! She’s so hateful!”
One doctor said viciously, “Dr. Sabrina, we can’t let her publish this paper. If it gets published, what will you do?”
To get promoted, one must have a paper published in a national journal. Sabrina had written a paper but hadn’t published it yet. The Aettosa Medical Journal would definitely publish hers, given her mother Lucille’s status. Even if it needed some work, the editor-in-chief would help her revise it. She had never worried about this.
But now, seeing Sylvia’s paper with its excellent arguments and explanations, if others saw it…
“You’re right,” another doctor said, placing one hand on the power button and the other on the delete key. “Let’s end this now.”
Sabrina swallowed hard. “Isn’t that too much? After all, it’s her work. Writing a paper takes a lot of effort and time. I’ve seen her researching every day…”
“Dr. Sabrina, you’re too kind; that’s why she steps on you.”
“Yes! We must destroy it!”
“Pull the plug!” The doctor, with a malicious glint in his eye, pulled out Sylvia’s computer power cord.
Just then, footsteps were heard at the door, and they quickly scattered, pretending nothing had happened.
Sylvia returned to her computer to find the screen black and the power cord unplugged. She smirked, plugged it back in, and restarted the computer. Once it booted up, she opened her paper document to find it empty. It was clear someone had tampered with her computer while she was away.
She glanced around at her colleagues, who looked guilty and uneasy. Without saying a word, she began typing furiously on her keyboard. Within minutes, she had restored the document and continued writing her paper.
Everyone was stunned!
What just happened?
They had deleted the document’s contents, then the document itself, and finally pulled the power cord. All steps were done seamlessly.
How did Sylvia manage to restore everything?
They were dumbfounded…
“I advise you to get an expert next time you want to mess with my computer,” Sylvia said, copying the document onto her USB drive. “Stop doing these childish and unskilled things; it makes me question your age and intelligence.”
She didn’t even bother to slap their faces because they were too low for her.
“You… what are you so smug about? Your computer ran out of power; what’s that got to do with us?” one doctor retorted weakly.
Sylvia chuckled softly. “Aren’t you feeling guilty saying that?”
Seeing it was almost time to leave work, she shut down her computer and headed to the ward. Inside, Mrs. Wright was peeling fruit alone. Seeing Sylvia enter, Mrs. Wright quickly handed her a freshly peeled apple. “I’ll peel another one.”
Sylvia smiled and took it. “Sis, where’s Jenna?”
“She’s been cooped up in the ward for too long. Jasper took her out for a walk,” Mrs. Wright replied while peeling another apple.
“Don’t let her catch a cold,” Sylvia said, taking a bite of the apple, which was crisp and sweet. “I just came to check on you. I’m off now; call me if you need anything.”
“Alright, take care on your way home.”
Sylvia left the ward, returned to her office to grab her bag, and clocked out for the day.
As she exited the hospital doors, she saw Franklin’s car parked at the entrance. She was slightly surprised; was he here to pick her up?
Franklin got out of the car and walked towards her with steady steps. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her forehead lightly. “Done for the day? Let’s go get something delicious.”
His deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of affection.
Sylvia pushed him away gently, placing her hands on his firm chest. “This is the hospital entrance.”
There were many people coming and going; such public displays of affection seemed inappropriate.
Franklin chuckled softly and held her slender waist as he opened the passenger door and helped her into the car.
Once inside, he leaned in close. Sylvia’s small hands nervously gripped his coat collar as her body stiffened. “Franklin, let go!”
Her voice carried a hint of anger.
With deep affection in his eyes, Franklin coaxed softly, “Relax, just one kiss.”
Taking advantage of her distraction, he planted a brief kiss on her lips before pulling away reluctantly. “Let’s go.”
He had been working non-stop since early morning and only just finished all his tasks in time to have dinner with Sylvia.
The President was displeased with Franklin’s frequent interactions with Sylvia lately and had been piling work on him to keep him occupied and away from her.
But Franklin’s exceptional work efficiency allowed him to complete everything on time.
He drove them to Cloud Restaurant.
After parking in the underground lot, Franklin couldn’t resist cupping Sylvia’s face for another kiss.
Sylvia’s body tensed up as she clutched his arm tightly, her face flushed with nervousness. The restaurant was bustling even in the parking lot; people were constantly coming and going.
She pushed him away through his shirt. “Not here.”
“So it’s okay at home?” he teased with a deep voice full of affection.
Sylvia glared at him with determination and displeasure. “You’ve messed up my hair again.”
Her voice carried a hint of complaint.
Franklin sighed softly and opened the car door for her. Standing outside, he waited for Sylvia while reminiscing about their sweet moments in the car, wishing he could love her more right then and there.
But… not now.
After a moment, Sylvia got out of the car.
Seeing his smiling lips, she knew what he was thinking.
Her face darkened again. “Behave yourself; are we eating or not?”
Holding her small hand in his large one, Franklin led her towards the elevator. “Of course we’re eating, my dear.”
Sylvia remained silent but glanced towards a man and woman getting out of a nearby car-Olivia and the Hogan brothers!
She had been so busy with Jenna’s matching process that she had completely forgotten about Olivia.
She heard Olivia had been rescued but suffered aftereffects.
Was she discharged now?
The Hogan brothers flanked Olivia on either side like bodyguards while she walked in the middle like a puppet on strings.
She looked thinner than before, almost like a piece of paper that could be blown away by the wind.
Her face was expressionless as she followed them.
“Olivia, what do you want to eat?” Bryce asked gently.
Hearing his voice made Olivia shrink back slightly; she replied softly like a mosquito buzzing, “Anything is fine.”
Dexter spoke just as gently and softly as if caressing feathers, “Olivia, are you afraid of your brothers? No one else loves you as much as we do; why are you scared?”
He gently held Olivia’s small hand. “Olivia, don’t be afraid.”
But his words only made Olivia want to cry more; her expression showed numbness as she weakly protested, “Second brother… we’re siblings…”
Every day she teetered on the edge of morality and suffered greatly.
“Olivia, we have no blood relation; we’re only siblings in name. So why feel burdened? How can we trust any other man with you? What if he mistreats you?” Bryce said softly but firmly as they walked.
Olivia felt like crying as she stood by the elevator watching its numbers descend. “We’re on the same household registry… what we’re doing is wrong.”
The elevator doors opened; they stepped inside while Dexter smiled elegantly at her. “Don’t worry; we’ll separate soon.”
Bryce shook his head helplessly. “When will you stop overthinking? Don’t get stuck in a rut.”