Chapter 348 Another New Identity of Yours?
"I just prefer to tell you in person..." Dr. Smith hesitated, "Do you have time?"
"If you have something to say, just say it over the phone, I'm listening."
Dr. Smith's gaze darkened slightly; after a moment of silence, he slowly began, "I'm going abroad."
Abella was somewhat taken aback; this was so sudden?
"I've resigned from the hospital, my flight is this afternoon," Dr. Smith said, a trace of bitterness in his smile.
"Where are you going? Why such a rush?"
Just as she asked this question, Phillipe tightened his grip on her hand. She looked up into his eyes and saw a man filled with warnings and jealousy.
"I'm going to travel abroad for a bit. I was hoping to see you one last time before I leave, but this is fine too," Dr. Smith chuckled a bit, trying to sound breezy, It's nothing much, just tired of the overtime. NYU Medical Center is a great hospital, but working overtime six days a week… I'm still young and don't want to go bald."
Abella sensed he wasn't telling the whole truth, her brow slightly furrowed, "That's not the reason you're leaving."
Overtime was routine for him; it was too strange for him to quit so suddenly over this.
"You seem to know him well?" Phillipe said.
"Did something happen?" Abella asked softly.
Dr. Smith hadn't expected the young lady to be so astute, finding it difficult to fool her.
Before he met Abella, he indeed interned at NYU Medical Center without overtime.
Until Abella arrived.
During that time, the old lady's condition got worse, and the young lady visited the hospital every day at irregular hours, sometimes in the morning, sometimes at night.
To spend more time with the young lady, he volunteered for additional shifts and took extra care of the old lady.
Sometimes after several surgeries in one day, he wouldn't even have time to eat, and he had to dedicate much effort to handle the old lady's emergencies and study her treatment plans.
But back then, he didn't feel tired at all; on the contrary, he was happy to eat and talk with the young lady.
But at some point, Phillipe started appearing beside her.
After the old lady left, the young girl stopped visiting the hospital as well, their once frequent communication had now dissolved into nothingness.
How many times had he numbed himself with overtime work?
And how many more times had he picked up his phone, longing to hear the young girl's voice, yet knowing he couldn't, knowing he had no right?
The young girl had transformed, becoming Phillipe's fiancée.
Staying at this hospital seemed to serve no purpose for him beyond adding to his heartache.
"You're overthinking it; I just don't want to do it anymore, there's no other reason."
Dr. Smith had no intention of telling the truth, and Abella didn't press for more, but the sudden decision left a sour feeling in her heart.
"What are your plans for the future?" Abella asked softly.
"I'm the only child in my family," Dr. Smith replied with a smile, "Once I've had my fill of fun, I'll take over the family business, give my parents a break."
He was the sole heir to the Smith family. His grandfather was a renowned physician, his grandmother a famous medical professor, his father ran a top-three domestic pharmaceutical group, and his mother owned over thirty private hospitals.
He was raised in a prestigious medical family and becoming a doctor at NYU Medical Center was indeed beneath his potential.
"Who knows, we might cross paths in the business world," Dr. Smith said with a laugh, "Your Abella Medical Group is a formidable competitor of our Smith Group."
At those words, Phillipe's gaze shifted to the her. She had founded Abella Medical Group? He had never heard her mention this. Dr. Smith knew something he did not!
Noticing Phillipe's gaze, Abella lowered her head slightly, her expression somewhat embarrassed. She hadn't expected her identity to be revealed again.
"Then you should study up on corporate management, because in the business world, I won't go easy on you."
Dr. Smith began to smile, his voice surprisingly melodious, "And yeah, wish you happiness. I believe Phillipe will take good care of you. Nothing more to say, you hang up first."
Though he wanted to keep talking to the young girl, he feared she might find it bothersome.
After hanging up, Abella was the first to speak, "I didn't know it was you back then, that's why I took the deal, although it wasn't really taking."
Half a year ago, she had maneuvered a pharmaceutical factory, initially set to partner with the Bourbon Group, into collaborating with her instead.
Phillipe despised treachery, and consequently, the fate of that pharmaceutical factory was quite tragic.
"How many more secrets do you have that I don't know about?" Phillipe mused, feeling relieved that he had not dealt with Abella Medical Group harshly in the past, or else he would have been regretting it deeply now.
"What other secrets could there be?" Abella put away her phone and said in a nonchalant manner, "You've heard the call; Dr. Smith contacting me had nothing to do with romantic matters. You're not to entertain wild thoughts from now on."
Otherwise, it's too much trouble to always appease him.
Phillipe could detect the regret and reluctance in Dr. Smith's tone; it was clear that it was unrequited love.
But since Dr. Smith didn't voice it, Phillipe also preserved his dignity. At least this way, he and Abella could remain friends.
Sometimes, when you like someone, it's not necessary to declare it.
"Is it around noon now?" Abella suddenly said to Phillipe, "After lunch, I'll head back to school first."
"Why the rush to go back?" Phillipe asked, pulling her into his arms, "Do you have other plans?"
"Yeah."
"What plans?"
Abella wanted to make more outfits for him, but she couldn't disclose that now—it would be a surprise for later.
Otherwise, if she mentioned it now, he’d certainly not want her to overexert herself and would just refuse directly.
"Just. socializing with my roommates, can't ignore them forever, right?"
"So, you would ignore me for your roommates?" Phillipe gave her a chiding kiss, "I'll take you back in the evening."
Now? Impossible!
"It's too late in the evening."
She had to commence a new round of military training tomorrow and barely had time to make clothes for him. Over the weekend, this guy would surely cling to her, wanting her company.
"You can only be with me now, who else do you want to accompany?"
Abella thought it over and suggested, "The new servant hasn't arrived yet, right? How about I cook lunch for you?"
Of course, that came with a condition. He’d have to take her back to school after the meal.
Phillipe sensed her scheme, willing to make a meal as a bargaining chip. Did that imply there was someone very important or something waiting for her back at school?
"I'm pretty good at cooking myself, think about it carefully!" In order to hurry him to a decision, Abella started a countdown, "Three, two..."
"Okay."
Abella smiled, knowing he would agree.
After the meal, he was intent on seeing what she was so anxious to do back at school!
Abella quickly made three dishes and a soup, handing him a fork, "Try this."
There was steamed fish, grilled salmon, steak, potatoes and tomato soup.
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