Chapter 311 Even If I Die by Your Hand, I Would Be Willing (3)
Jessica, worried Cynthia might get the wrong idea, quickly blurted out, "Ms. Wells, my brother hurt his hand. I'm just changing his bandage."
Cynthia mentally rolled her eyes, 'Brother? Yeah, right.'
She snapped, "So, you're using hospital stuff for personal reasons?"
She didn't care if James was around. She didn't think James would actually stand up for Jessica and acknowledge her as his girlfriend. Guys in these situations always prioritize themselves; they'd never risk their rep for a side chick.
Thinking this, her tone got even sharper. "If I report this, you're in big trouble!"
"Feeling all high and mighty, huh, Ms. Wells?" James finally chimed in, sounding super chill. "It's just some alcohol and gauze. Do you know how much gear I've donated to this hospital? It could buy a ton of this stuff."
Cynthia's face changed instantly. She wanted to blow up James and Jessica's spot, make them look bad. But she didn't want to piss off James, so she said with a blank face, "Mr. Kelly, donations are one thing, but Jessica using hospital supplies for personal stuff is another. We can't just mix them, can we?"
Jessica quickly jumped in, "Ms. Wells, I'll go to the billing office right now and pay for it. Is that cool?"
"Pay for what?" James cut in, pulling her back and staring at Cynthia. "Go get your director. I have more equipment to donate. And I wanna ask him if all the doctors here are as stuck-up as you."
Cynthia was floored.
"Is that really necessary?" she said with an awkward smile. "It's such a small thing; no need to bother the director."
But James was set, pulling out his phone. "If you won't call, I'll call the director myself."
Cynthia was freaked out. Her climb up the ladder had been tough enough. If she pissed off the director, it would only get worse.
As James started dialing, Jessica quickly stopped him.
"Don't bother the director. I just want to finish my internship without causing a scene," she said, looking at him pleadingly.
She hoped he wouldn't blow things up and create more gossip about her in the hospital.
Considering Jessica's situation, James reluctantly held back.
He glared at Cynthia and said, "Get out! I need to talk to Jessica."
Cynthia glanced at them awkwardly and then left the dressing room.
After James closed the door, Jessica looked at him nervously and whispered, "James, what are you doing? Cynthia is still outside. Do you really want everyone to know about us and have them talk behind my back?"
James snorted, annoyed, "Is being my wife something to be ashamed of? If they knew, they'd be bending over backward to please you. Who would dare criticize you?"
"You don't get it!" Jessica said, frustrated. "I just want to finish my internship without these issues messing up my studies."
"Alright, I get it," James agreed, not wanting to make things harder for her. He kissed her cheek and said, "You've had all day to think about it. I hope when I come back tonight, you can give me a good reason for why you've been acting so weird lately."
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