?Chapter 175:


    “There’s no need to worry. I’ll be there with you for the final tests.”


    The hospital was exclusive, allowing for immediate testing without waiting. Following their examinations, the two women walked back to the ward. That was when Rachel asked, “What’s with the two lunch boxes?”


    “One’s for you, the other’s for Norton,” Yvonne responded straightforwardly. Upon hearing this, Rachel had a realization. “For Norton? Are you two on good terms again?”


    “Not exactly. It’s actually a duty I need to fulfill.”


    Yvonne began to unpack the lunch box as she detailed her current rtionship with Norton.


    “So, by cooking for him, you’re hoping he’ll let you return to work?”


    With a shrug, Yvonne replied, “It might not pan out, but there’s always hope if I keep trying. I’m not ready to quit.”


    “Absolutely, keep at it!”


    After lunch, Yvonne headed out to meet Norton. He was working from his office today, so she had to visit him there. Upon arriving at reception, Yvonne overheard a woman’s overly sweet voice saying, “Could you let me in? I’m here to deliver lunch to Mr. Burke, my boyfriend.”


    Yvonne squinted, noticing a door standing in the way. It was clear that only someone with an ess card could get through.


    “Apologies, but you can’t enter without an appointment,” the receptionist said sternly.


    The reply was unwavering. “That rule applies even if you were his wife. You’d still need to book an appointment.”


    “Still not possible. Even as his wife, you’ll have to make an appointment.”


    Your escape begins with ga ln ov els .


    Yvonne stood still, momentarily taken aback. The argument between the woman and the receptionist escted, but the receptionist remained firm. Weary from the exchange, the receptionist turned to Yvonne and noticed the lunch box she was holding. With a curious look, she asked, “You’re here to drop off lunch as well?”


    “Yes, I am! May I enter?” Yvonne responded earnestly.


    “What do you think?” the receptionist retorted.


    At that moment, Yvonne’s phone began to ring. It was Norton calling.


    “Are you aware of the time?” he asked in his typically blunt manner.


    “Yes, it’s half-past twelve.”


    “Are you trying to starve me, or have you decided against returning to work?” His tone was straightforward, prompting an equally straightforward response from Yvonne.


    “I arrived early,” she replied.


    “But I was told that even as your wife, I would need to make an appointment. So…” Her hint was obvious.


    Norton’s expression soured. “I’ll send Leif to fetch you.”


    “Alright.”


    Leif appeared promptly. He was just about to greet her when Yvonne interjected, “Leif, good to see you atst!” She offered him a charming smile.


    This smile, however, made Leif slightly ufortable. What on earth was she nning today? Her overly friendly demeanor left him feeling somewhat uneasy.


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