A Whisper that went unheard novel Chapter 41

Benson was the head of the entire neurosurgery department.

When Melody first joined the team, her hearing impairment made things anything but smooth. However, it was Benson who'd insisted on giving her a chance, and that was the only reason she had been allowed to stay.

Benson, who was now approaching 50 years old, had a kind and approachable demeanor.

He spoke in a steady, reassuring tone, "Jeremy already told me everything about your situation. But hospital regulations are regulations, and I don't have the final say."

Melody pressed her lips together before saying, "I don't have to assist in surgeries. For daily tasks, I believe I've done my job well."

"You have, and everyone acknowledges your work. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been rated as an outstanding employee." Benson nodded.

Melody was the most reliable member of the department. Any difficult patient assigned to her would eventually be soothed.

On top of that, she never complained no matter how demanding the workload.

Benson wouldn't have kept her in the department for a long time if it weren't for that.

Melody let out a small sigh of relief after hearing his thoughts. "Then I…" she started.

"Don't rush," Benson interjected. "Jeremy should have told you already, right? Your situation is unique, and it affects others as well. That's why we need a formal discussion before making a decision."

Melody understood that this was the furthest Benson was willing to bend. She didn't push further, and simply offered a grateful nod before leaving.

However, just as she stepped out, Jeremy walked in. They brushed past each other, and she caught the faint scent of lemon on him.

Her steps faltered for just a second before she continued out the door.

Meanwhile, Jeremy placed the patient files on Benson's desk and turned to leave.

However, Benson stopped him.

Jeremy glanced back, his gaze lowering slightly. "Is there something else you need?"

"I just wanted to ask you something." Benson removed his glasses, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Benson had mentored Jeremy from his student years till now, and he understood this young man better than anyone else.

He asked, "What do you think about Melody? Do you think she should stay?"

Jeremy's brows furrowed slightly. His voice was flat as he countered, "Why are you asking me?"

"Well, since we're gathering everyone's opinions, we need to ask each person individually," Benson said, tapping his fingers lightly against the desk.