Chapter 120 Judson Is a Little Different Today
Eula wasn't blind to the thought that hitching her wagon to his star would give her the power she needed for vengeance. She wanted the mother and daughter who had wronged her to feel what it was like to be bullied, to have nothing.
But that wasn't her style. No matter how powerless she felt, she wouldn't stoop to such a way to seek revenge.
"Judson, you deserve better," she said.
The elevator doors opened, and she stepped out ahead of him, unfazed by the executive suite's onlookers. She had made up her mind - to be herself and let them talk.
Judson watched as the woman strutted ahead, her spine poker-straight, and saw a stubborn streak in her that was undeniable.
“She was no ordinary woman; others might have crumbled under such hardships and readily accepted his help without a second thought. They'd fall over themselves to be with him, even just as a fling.
As Myles caught sight of Eula, he greeted her.
“Good morning, Miss Lowe!”
Eula offered a slight smile in return. “Morning, Myles!”
She then pushed open the door to the CEO's office and placed her bag in the corner of her desk. As she was about to stand up and make coffee for the big boss, she noticed a woman sitting on the sofa, who offered Eula a polite smile.
Eula didn't recognize her but figured she must be there for Judson, so she said, “Miss, Mr. Judson will be in shortly.”
The woman nodded lightly, “Thank you!”
Eula thought the visitor was rather attractive, with a refined and courteous demeanor.
Just then, Judson walked in and saw the woman on the sofa, recognizing her as the dermatologist sent by Hugo.
He glanced at Eula and said in a cool tone, “Eula, bring in two cups of coffee.”
At Judson's request, Eula stood and left to get the coffee.
Judson approached the seating area and sat down, asking, “You're Dr. Olivia?”
Dr. Olivia nodded, “Mr. Judson, Hugo sent me over. Where do you feel discomfort?”
Judson's legs were crossed as he scrutinized the woman in front of him. “It's not for me—it's for that lady who was here earlier. She has an abrasion on her chest, but I'd like you to tell her it's an allergic reaction and prescribe some ointment.”
A flicker of understanding crossed Dr. Olivia's eyes. The hospital director had briefed her before—follow Judson's lead. So that was the reason.
“Rest assured, Mr. Judson, I am here to heal and help, nothing more,” Dr. Olivia reassured.
Good, just as obedient as Hugo had said.
“Right, you can check on her in a moment.”
Judson unfolded his legs, stood up, and returned to his desk.
Soon after, Eula came in with his coffee, placing it on his desk.
"Your coffee, Judson."
He lifted his discerning eyes and gestured toward the female doctor, “Eula, this is the dermatologist Hugo sent over, for your alleged allergy.”
Eula was slightly taken aback, “Here? No need, I can just go to the hospital during lunch break.”
She couldn't help feeling Judson was really looking out for her—though she wasn't that delicate!
Dr. Olivia stood up, “Miss Lowe, I'm already here. It saves you a trip to the hospital. Let's go to the lounge, and I'll examine you there.”
Eula briskly approached and placed the coffee in front of her.
"Doctor, your coffee!"
"Thanks!"
They then moved into the lounge, where Eula shed her layers to show the doctor her concern.
" There's a bit of soreness and redness here, but everything else appears normal. It's not serious, is it?"
