Dear Ex Wife Please take me back novel Chapter 89

ATHENA

“Dr. Dawson, explain what can cause a series of cardiac arrests,” Leah’s voice slices through the room like a damn Scalpel.

My heart sinks.

Of course she’d call on me. Of all people.

It’s been two days since I saw her son since Rayen threw his arms around me like he knew me from another lifetime. Since Alex stared at me like the world had tilted sideways.

I hate that bastard but I'm grateful that he helped me with my panic attack. I've been getting help, and it's better, I actually thought it's gone.

So I guess I'll have to see D.r Quinn and let him know. I would have kept it a secret, but it won't help me, and if I'm going to take care of my patients, then I need to be my best self.

I’ve been trying to breathe normally ever since Alex's hands held me so tightly like I would slip out of his hands if he loosened even a little.

I hate how fast my heart was beating. I hate him. Maybe I should have hit his head for touching me.

Help or not!

Maybe that's why her royal highness was nowhere to be seen yesterday. She must have been getting pampered after he felt guilty for even touching me.

But being a cheater he is, I doubt he has a conscience!

It was a miracle. Leah was not here. I thought maybe I could move through the rest of this week without another hostile standoff.

But clearly, I was delusional.

Today, she’s back. With fire in her eyes and venom in her voice. And she made sure I was in her warpath.

I glance briefly at the patient file, just long enough to gather my thoughts before straightening my spine.

“A series of cardiac arrests can be caused by multiple underlying conditions,” I say evenly, “such as electrolyte imbalances, particularly potassium or calcium irregularities, acute myocardial infarction, drug toxicity, or certain congenital heart disorders. In post-operative patients, hypoxia and tamponade should be immediately ruled out. Continuous monitoring and prompt identification of the cause is vital to prevent irreversible damage.”

Silence.

I can feel my juniors watching me. One of them even looks impressed.

Leah simply smiles. But it’s the kind of smile that makes you want to check for hidden daggers.

“Good job,” she says sweetly. “You can take charge of the patient.”

My stomach lurches.

What?

The file in her hands is for a high-risk patient. One that’s been passed around the department like a live grenade. A complex case requiring minute-by-minute attention. It’s not the kind of patient you hand to someone still in the middle of their rotations.