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    “Ellie, you’re the best!” Baylee epted the bag with joy. “And hey, congrattions on yourtest triumph as a stylist!”


    Ellie responded with a grateful smile.


    The premier private hospital wasn’t busy, allowing Baylee’s check-up to proceed smoothly.


    After thoroughly examining the results and X-rays, the doctor shared his findings. “Your thigh muscles have healed nicely. Running and swimming are fine, but figure skating is out of the question now.”


    A shadow passed over Baylee’s face. “Thank you, doctor. I understand,” she replied.


    Ellie, sensing Baylee’s disappointment, hugged her forfort once they left the consultation room.


    Taking a deep breath, Bayleeposed herself and then reassured Ellie, “I’m okay. It’s been four years since Ist skated. Even if I could skate again, I’ve passed the prime age for figure skating.”


    Ellie felt a mix of sadness and anger for her friend.


    Baylee was once a figure skating sensation, celebrated and adorned with des.


    Her promising career was cut short at seventeen when someone shed her muscles and tendons, robbing her of her passion and nearly her ability to walk.


    Aphrodite, the architect of this tragedy, seemed to thrive unabashedly.


    “I heard about your confrontation with Aphrodite. Well done!” Baylee said, giving Ellie a reassuring pat. “But be careful, don’t act on impulse.” She worried about Ellie facing a crowd at Carole’s party.


    shes were better fought on familiar ground.


    “How did you hear about it?” Ellie wished she had confronted Aphrodite more forcefully.


    “Everyone’s talking about it!” Baylee eximed, rolling her eyes. “Aphrodite’s spreading rumors that you assaulted her unprovoked. She ims your elegance is just for show, wishing those who admire you could see her version of the truth.”


    “Idiot,” Ellie mumbled under her breath.


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    If she were concerned about her reputation, she would have avoided public confrontations with Aphrodite and opted for a discreet alley to settle their scores.


    “Ellie.” Suddenly, Baylee tugged at her sleeve, gesturing subtly.


    Erick and Demi were exiting the waiting area nearby.


    Demi held a report, radiating pride and satisfaction, while Erick appeared utterly crestfallen.


    Above them hung a sign that read, “Gynecology Department.”


    Catching Ellie and Baylee’s attention, Demi leaned closer to Erick, boasting, “What a coincidence seeing you here! Are you in for a check-up too? Oh, and guess what? I’m pregnant with Erick’s child!” Her gloating tone was a stark contrast to her demeanor after being expelled from Critport University.


    “Oh, congrattions,” Ellie responded, her tone indifferent.


    Why should Demi’s pregnancy matter to her?


    She had no intention of spending any money on a baby shower gift.


    That money would be better spent elsewhere!


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