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    Pointing at him, Derek eximed, “Have you lost your mind?” As he spoke, his gaze shifted to a woman among the onlookers. He fell silent.


    The delivery man taunted him, “Go on, say it. You drive a BMW. I assumed you were wealthy, but it turned out you’re not.”


    Norah watched with aplex expression. She hadn’t expected to encounter Derek and Coen here. Since their divorce, her view of Derek had only worsened. He used to never argue over money like this in public.


    “Norah!” Derek called out her name loudly.


    Coen looked up and recognized the familiar face in the crowd. “We have a doctor right here. She can examine you immediately.”


    Derek pointed to Norah, presenting her to everyone gathered. “You can’t just point at someone and dere they’re a doctor, especially not a woman.”


    The delivery man nced at Norah and mocked, “You say she’s a doctor. Then I might as well im I’m a scientist. Anyone can im anything!”


    Hisment earned nods of agreement from the crowd. Norah nced at Derek impatiently and asked, “What does this have to do with me?”


    Derek grinned with a cheeky bravado. “Since we used to be a couple, you owe it to me to help out when I’m in trouble.” Coen stayed silent, tacitly approving Derek’s behavior. The bystanders finally grasped that Derek and Coen were husband and wife.


    “Shame on you!” one onlooker eximed. “You hit the man and then have your ex-wife pretend to be a doctor to avoid paying for the examination. It’s disgusting.”


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    “Just call the police. That driver is way too arrogant,” another added.


    “Isn’t that Dr. Wilson from Concord Hospital?” a curious voice in the crowd asked. “I remember her. I went to the emergency department once when I was sick. Dr. Wilson treated me. She’s an excellent doctor.”


    “Yes, I’ve been treated by her too. She’s very beautiful,” another agreed.


    As more people recognized Norah, whispers about her identity spread among the onlookers.


    Derek, undeterred, turned to Norah with a grin. “Norah, sweetie, can you do me a favor?”


    He knew that if Norah could verify the man wasn’t injured, he could save fifty thousand dors. His attitude turned overly pleasant.


    Upon hearing the word “sweetie,” Norah’s revulsion intensified. She said with a frown, “Mr. Carter, we aren’t even friends. I dare you to stop calling me ‘sweetie’.”


    Her words were sharp, filled with contempt.


    Norah rarely felt such intense dislike for someone, but Derek had earned it.


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