No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Chapter 736

"Does it hurt?" Sinclair asked, his tone tinged with concern.

Fanny nodded obediently, always so well-behaved in front of Sinclair, almost like a child.

Yet, she was barely younger than Sinclair himself.

"Ah, stop fidgeting," Fanny winced, trying to pull her arm away.

Sinclair didn't loosen his grip but instead suggested, "Let's get an X-ray done."

Fanny's eyes widened in surprise. To her, the pain was just muscle soreness. An X-ray seemed excessive, didn't it?

Lack of common sense can be alarming!

She sighed inwardly before declining, "No need, it's nothing."

"If it wasn't anything, it wouldn't hurt. Pain means something's up," Sinclair reasoned.

Standing at the doorway, I watched as Fanny found herself speechless and couldn't help but snicker quietly. I had always found her and Yates sweet, but the dynamic between her and Sinclair was reminiscent of a domineering CEO and his gentle girlfriend, equally captivating.

"Uncle," Fanny softly pleaded against Sinclair's insistence on an X-ray, her tone almost pleading, "It's just a little bump, and if I go for an X-ray by a colleague, I'll never hear the end of it."

Her words were truthful, yet her soft-spoken manner sounded almost like she was being coy, which was almost too much for me to handle.

Sinclair visibly softened, his gaze melting under Fanny's tender look, eventually conceding, "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Absolutely, look," Fanny attempted to move her arm to prove her point but winced at the sharp pain.

"Stop moving," Sinclair chided gently.

Fanny ceased her movements, merely holding her arm, as a quiet tension settled between them, charged with an unspoken intimacy.

"Uncle, I'm fine, you should get back to work," Fanny found an excuse to send him away.

Sinclair hummed in response, yet stayed, adding, "Family members in medical emergencies often lose their reason. You shouldn't blame yourself for the shift swap; it was agreed upon by both parties. Legally, you're not at fault."

I couldn't agree more with Sinclair. Even by law, Fanny bore no responsibility.

Fanny remained silent, her guilt evident despite the logical disconnection; she felt responsible for the predicament another doctor faced due to her shift change.

"Call me if you need anything," Sinclair instructed before leaving, nodding at me in farewell as he passed.

I hurried over to Fanny, teasing her about her 'uncle's' concern. Despite her insisting it was nothing, the look of pain when she moved was

undeniable. "Seriously, if it gets net

worse, you should get that X-ray. Your arm's crucial, especially for surgery."

She shook her head, "It's just sore muscles."

"Your uncle really cares, you know," I teased, unable to resist.

Fanny rolled her eyes, dismissing my insinuations with a forced laugh, her mind clearly elsewhere.

Curious about the commotion

outside, I inquired, and Fanny explained from the window, "The pregnant woman was 39 weeks and 2 days into her term but hadn't shown signs of labor, so she hadn't come to the hospital. Recently, she felt reduced fetal movements and came in for a check-up."

Pausing, she continued, "The check-up revealed almost no

amniotic fluid and severe fetal distress, leading to an emergency C-section. But the mother developed eclampsia during the procedure, ultimately leading to both her and the baby's demise."