A Whisper that went unheard novel Chapter 47

Tessa was Jeremy's patient, and her sudden collapse had prompted Caleb to call him back immediately.

Jeremy took the white coat Caleb handed him and slipped it on as he strode toward the ward.

Tessa was already in the late stages, and there was hardly any chance left of her survival. Plus, she had long made her choice to let go.

By the time Jeremy finished handling the situation and stepped back out, Caleb asked, "How much time does she have?"

Jeremy's expression remained unchanged. "I can't say for sure."

Caleb sighed. "Then Ms. Wardolf needs to act fast. If Tessa… Well, that accusation of leaking patient information is never going to be cleared."

Jeremy was in the middle of scrubbing his hands and suddenly paused. He turned to Caleb and asked, "Do you care about her that much?"

"Who doesn't? The whole department's been talking about it. Even Harold said we have to get to the bottom of this."

Krystal chimed in, "Why are you all so sure it wasn't her? What if it really was?"

Caleb denied it without a second thought. "Impossible. We all know what kind of person Ms. Wardolf is, and she'd never do something like that."

Krystal didn't argue further and let the question hang in the air.

…

Meanwhile, Melody had gone to a nearby barbeque restaurant with Felicia and Jason.

Jason had been in a foul mood ever since running into Jeremy, and his face had been stormy the entire way.

He had never liked Jeremy, though they had only crossed paths a few times. And each time, it was always because of Melody.

He still seemed to be stewing over it even after they sat down. Finally, after a long silence, he muttered, "Bad… He's bad."

It was evident to everyone who he was referring to.

Melody's eyes fluttered slightly.

She didn't know how to respond. She was usually good at finding excuses, especially when it came to Jeremy. However, she had none this time.

Felicia cut in before the conversation turned any more sour, "Weren't you here to celebrate Mel's birthday? Why are we bringing up things that kill the mood?"

Jason frowned. He thought things over before finally letting out a reluctant, "Mm."

Always one to lighten the atmosphere, Felicia carried on looking through the menu before dramatically wailing, "Oh no! How could you guys bring me to a barbeque restaurant?

"Did you forget? Pigs are my family! How could I possibly eat one of my own?"

Melody shot Felicia a glance and said in a low voice, "Didn't you say last time that the smoked pork chops here are amazing?"

Felicia didn't even blink. She declared with a grand wave of her hand, "And now you're thinking of smoking them? Lord, have mercy!"

The mood lightened instantly, and no one brought up Jeremy again.

As they ate, Jason handed Melody another gift—it was a lumbar support belt.

Felicia then seized the moment and turned to Melody. "By the way, are you really up for modeling for my friend? If yes, then I'll let her know."

Melody firmly nodded. "Yeah, I mean it."

"But won't that be too exhausting for you?"

"Making money is never easy. I'm fine with it as long as it doesn't interfere with my shifts."

"Money?" Jason looked up, clearly confused.

Melody saw no reason to hide it from them and pointed to her ear. "I plan to save money for surgery to get a cochlear implant."

Jason immediately pulled out his bank card and placed it on the table. "I have money."

Melody froze. "What?"

It was only then that she noticed the small suitcase by the door.

Jeremy sat on the couch, his posture composed as always, even in his loungewear.

He coldly said, "I had the housekeeper pack your things. You'll be staying at a hotel for now. I don't want to see you here."

Melody stood there, completely caught off guard. Her voice was laced with confusion as she asked, "Why?"

Jeremy lifted his gaze to hers. His eyes were cold, as if a layer of frost had settled over them.

His lips parted, and he spat out two words, "You're dirty."

Melody felt like she had been slapped.

It hit her immediately—the way she appeared after stepping out of the ICU that afternoon made him see her as filthy.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Still, Melody tried to explain and said, "A patient had a sudden attack. I didn't do it on purpose."

Jeremy's tone dropped even lower. "I won't repeat myself. Whether it was the patient or whether it was intentional, your presence makes me uncomfortable."

Melody's mind was a mess. She had never imagined there would come a day when Jeremy would look her in the eye and call her dirty.

The lingering scent of disinfectant was clear evidence that Jeremy had arranged for the place to be sanitized before she even got home.

Melody had always known that Jeremy had an extreme case of germaphobia. But every time he had the house deep-cleaned after she had been home, it made her feel like she was some kind of contamination.

It was humiliating.

Melody took a deep breath, gripped her suitcase, and said in a raspy voice, "Saving lives is my duty, and I don't think I'm dirty."