My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s) novel Chapter 139

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Candice maintained eye contact with Alex, waiting for his verdict. 

Alex’s gaze momentarily darkened before he looked at Candice with a frosty gaze, saying, “Proceed as you 

deem fit.” 

His voice was nonchalant and devoid of emotion. 

Yet Candice grasped his underlying message. If she chose to exclude Sonia based on her performance and other metrics, Alex was likely to complicate matters for her. 

Lowering her eyes to mask her thoughts, she acknowledged, “Understood, I’ll handle it.” 

With that, she exited the office. 

Outside, Sonia observed Candice’s composed demeanor, realizing her imminent promotion to a full–time position and dropped her earlier cautious attitude. 

As Candice walked past, she briefly halted and gently reminded Sonia, “Ensure your application for permanent status is submitted on time, or it’ll be too late.” 

Sonia’s expression stiffened momentarily. Julie had informed her that her application had to go through the Secretary’s Office. 

She nodded promptly. “Yes, I’ll turn it in tomorrow.” 

Without further comment, Candice left to get her things and go to the hospital. 

The workload at Aether Corporation was enormous. When Candice got back to the Secretary’s Office, most employees were still there, engrossed in overtime work. 

Aware of Candice’s hospital visit, Kayla reassured her, “Don’t worry, we’re aware of your situation. Go ahead.” 

Candice hummed in acknowledgement. As she prepared to leave, she remembered something and turned to Kayla. “Don’t overwork. Everyone can order coffee, it’s on me.” 

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Kayla responded with a hint of playfulness despite her complaining tone, “Why so formal, Candice?” Her face, 

however, bore a smile. 

Exiting the company late, Candice headed straight to the hospital. 

Upon arrival, she found Joe having his dinner, looking noticeably healthier. 

Spotting Candice, he queried, “Why are you late? Haven’t you had dinner?” 

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“I’ll eat at home. How are you feeling oday?” Candice conversed as she placed her bag down and reached for 

Joe’s medical observation chart to c 

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The caregiver, a woman in her forties, was tidying up and shared with Candice, ‘The doctor’s quite pleased with your grandpa’s recovery. He mentioned that, if he liked, discharge could be possible in the next few days.” 

In visibly better spirits, Joe said, “I’d like to leave the hospital as soon as possible. I feel trapped here.” 

After reviewing Joe’s recent medical records and seeing no cause for concern, Candice decided, “I’ll consult 

with the doctor. If all is well, we’ll arrange for your discharge.” 

Stunned, Joe broached a sensitive topic hesitantly, “Your mother called this afternoon. She mentioned Ivor’s 

release.” 

At the mention of their names, Candice involuntarily tensed. 

“She also said she wouldn’t need your help with Peach’s medical expenses anymore. Apparently, a charity has 

offered to cover them, considering Peach’s situation.” 

“That’s good to hear,” Candice responded after a brief pause, her tone carrying a hint of detachment. 

Her recent visit to Noxville had left her emotionally drained. 

Switching topics, she casually asked, “Are you keeping up with your medication?” 

Understanding Candice’s reluctance to dwell on Yvonne’s issues, Joe refrained from pressing the matter 

further. 

Candice lingered at the hospital for some time, then checked with Joe’s doctor about the possibility of his 

discharge before departing. 

As she was about to leave, she advised Joe. “Take care of yourself. If you have any issues with Yvonne, direct 

her to me.” Her words were delivered with a neutral tone. 

Momentarily stunned, Joe gave a slight nod in response. 

Candice made her way home, quickly ate dinner, and proceeded to her study with the documents she had 

brought along. 

Around 10:30 p.m., as Candice was about to get some water, her phone rang: It was Hanley. 

“Hello?” 

There was background noise from Hanley’s side. After a brief pause, he inquired, “Are you 

tied up at the moment?” 

As Candice walked to fetch water, she asked, “What’s happening? Do you need anything?” 

“I was wondering if you’re available this weekend. I’m returning to Dorrington City,” Hanley said calmly. “We’re 

discussing a project, and it would be beneficial for you to be involved. If you’re free, why not join us for the 

discussion?” 

Candice readily agreed, she wouldn’t turn down such an opportunity. “Is there a particular collaboration 

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She was aware of Hanley’s standing in their field. He led a group of young professionals on various projects 

all over the place, rather than operating a traditional studio. 

His team of eight, including two of Hanley’s classmates and several friends, impressed Candice with their free- spirited approach to work, 

“Yeah, we’re celebrating Jackson’s mother’s birthday, and there’s also an interesting private exhibition in town. I thought it would be a good idea to check it out,” Hanley’s voice, deep and clear, often instilled a sense of comfort in those he spoke with. 

Unlike Jackson’s gentle and erudite manner, Hanley exuded a sense of reliability.