Sweet Twins

Chapter 8 Be My Girlfriend

"Humph! It's no big deal. It was just a glass bead. You acted as if you have done something exceptional." Fannie's lips curled contemptuously.

"How could you just say that?" Ethan said angrily.

Fannie whined and followed the nurse along with Caspar. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Ethan, you are a doctor with years of experience. You should be more patient." Nancy shrugged and smiled.

Hobart sighed, "Nowadays the doctor-patient relationship is tense. We doctors always have to be on our toes for fear of offending the families of the patients. Alas, no one knows what to do about it!"

"Yes, that's true." Nancy nodded.

They chatted and visited around for some time. Then Hobart had lunch with Nancy in the dining hall of the hospital.

Ethan spent most of the afternoon with her.

"I remember that the Ning family has their own hospital and company. So why did Fannie take her child to the municipal hospital?"

Since Nancy didn't get any help for treating her mother from Clark five years ago, she never called him afterwards and knew nothing about the present situation of the family.

"Both the hospital and the company are working fine. I guess since they live closer to here, it's easily accessible for them." Ethan knew that Nancy had a bad relationship with her family, so he used his words carefully. "Your father suffered from a stroke a few days ago, and the company is run by Fannie

and Caspar now. Besides, I heard that Fannie had acquired all the shares of your father while he was seriously ill…"

Nancy smiled bitterly. "What does that have to do with me?"

"I think you should hold on to your mother's shares, in case they get their eyes on them," Ethan warned her.

"I have never thought about fighting in the court for these things. If they have a little conscience, they shouldn't bother my mother."

"It's always hard to say. Be careful," Ethan continued.

"Thank you."

"Don't say that. It's been years since we met. Will you join me for a movie tonight?" Ethan looked at her with hands in his pockets.

The expectant look in his eyes made Nancy feel a little uneasy.

"Well you should be asking your girlfriend out, not me." Nancy shrugged.

"I'm a fool. How can I forget the one I have chosen! You, for example. Well, would you like to be my girlfriend or not?" Ethan asked half-jokingly and half-seriously as he pushed his glasses.

Nancy looked at him and burst into laughter. "Don't try your wits on me, you bad guy."

"Let's go now. I'll drive you home," he offered.

He thought that since he would be having ample time to chase after Nancy, there was no need to fuss about the movie.

But what he didn't know was that she was destined to be the girl he was going to miss.

At this moment, the Fu family appeared to be in a mess because of Bobby.

When the little boy came back this morning, he held Angelina in his arms and kissed her again and again.

But after dinner, he pondered for a while, resting his chin on his hand. He was visibly depressed and began to murmur, "Mommy, I miss you. What should I do?

Mommy, why don't I even have your phone number?"

Then he sighed melancholy.

"What's wrong, my baby?" Angelina asked in confusion.

"Grandma, I want my mommy."

"Are you kidding me again? My baby, how many times I have told you that you don't have Mommy? You came out from the ground."

"Then why do all my friends have mommies?" Bobby asked plausibly.

"Oh my God! Well, all of you come here and play with Bobby." When Angelina was worried, she always asked the servants to play hide and seek with the little guy.

It was something that always worked, but not anymore.

Bobby just lost his temper, and threw the toys on the floor to drive away the servants.

Charles was not around as he was at a business dinner party. This added to Angelina's helplessness with the bad-tempered Bobby.

However, the fact that Bobby went missing still haunted her. Therefore, no matter what Bobby did, she was not going to leave him.

When Bobby found that making trouble didn't work, he blinked, turned around and went upstairs, saying, "I'm going to bed."

Sweat trickled down from Angelina's forehead as she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She thought she could finally take some rest.

However, what she didn't know was that Bobby had locked himself in the bedroom, and was forcing his face towards the air-conditioner.

He remembered that Nancy was a pediatrician. Therefore, his plan was that as long as he caught a cold, he could see her.

In less than an hour, the boy's nasal mucus started dripping. "Achoo, Achoo…"

He had a cold.

'It's so easy to catch a cold.' The boy felt happy as he partly succeeded in his plan.

Then, he tucked himself in bed and waited for his fever.

Seeing that Bobby had finally settled down after all the ruckus he had created, Angelina did not think much and went back to her room.

The next day, when Charles finished his morning workout and went upstairs to ask Bobby for breakfast, he felt something wrong.

He heard the boy whining faintly from the room.

"Bobby, what's wrong with you?"

He pushed at the door, but it didn't open. Bobby never used to lock the door, but why did he do that today?

Charles became panicky. He quickly found the room key and opened the door. Bobby's face was distinctly reddish and he seemed to be in a trance.

Charles touched Bobby's forehead to check his temperature, only to find that it was burning hot.

"Call the doctor here. Hurry up," Charles yelled at the servant.

"Daddy, I don't want a doctor. I want Mommy. Mommy is a doctor. Please take me to her." Bobby's eyes were still closed and his breath was hot.

"You…?" Charles finally understood that Bobby had deliberately caught the cold in order to see that woman.

But she left without even leaving her phone number. The only thing he remembered about her was that her name was Nancy, and she was a pediatrician in the municipal hospital.

"You suffer from your own actions!" Charles was angry and distressed. He hastily wrapped Bobby with a blanket, took him up in his arms and rushed out of the room.

At this moment, Nancy had just arrived at the hospital.

"Dr. Nancy, there is a little child with injury to ankle and ankle muscles. Her family has requested you for the surgery. What do you think?" a nurse said in hurry as she ran to Nancy.

"Of course," Nancy agreed without any second thought.

"Okay."

"Oh, so you are, Dr. Nancy. You've just got here and now the president has asked me to be your assistant. You're so good," Jessie Wang said surly as she folded her arms.

She was the director of the pediatric department.

As a talent, Nancy was naturally valued by the leaders of the hospital. However, Jessie Wang, who was also working there, felt unprecedented pressure and threat.

Clearly, Nancy was a thorn in her eyes.

Nancy never liked to be rude or tough with anyone, so she said lightly, "I'm grateful for the president's appreciation. From now on, we are colleagues. I will do my best to assist you in the work."

Jessie Wang snorted. "Well, I can hear that you talk sweet. I'm afraid that I may lose my job because of you."