Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 303

Juniper’s gaze returned to Janet. “Go take your exam. I’ve got things covered here.”

“Juniper, aren’t you taking it?” Janet asked, her face crinkling with guilt.

“It doesn’t really matter if I do or not,” Juniper replied with a casual shrug and a quirk of her brow. “I’ll find someone to drive you.”

“I want to—”

Janet wanted to stay, not wanting to leave Juniper alone, but her cousin cut her off with a stern look. “No, you don’t. Pack your bag and go take that test.”

Janet wanted to argue, but one look at Juniper’s determined face and her resolve crumbled. “Okay,” she mumbled.

“Felton…” Juniper started to call for Shanley’s assistant, but Melvin stepped forward. “I’ll take her.”

“You?” Juniper narrowed her eyes, studying him with a knowing look.

“What, you don’t trust my driving? I’m an internationally renowned race car driver, you know,” Melvin said with a slight, almost forced, smile.

“It’s not your driving I’m worried about…” Juniper trailed off, her meaning perfectly clear.

Melvin didn’t dare respond. Shanley, however, understood completely, a faint smirk playing on his lips. So, his brother-in-law, the one who so vehemently opposed cradle-robbing, was thinking of doing a little robbing himself? How amusing.

“Go on, let Melvin take you,” Juniper finally said to Janet. “Focus on your exam. I promise Saskia will be fine.”

“Okay.” Janet’s eyes welled up as she nodded, giving Juniper a tight hug before she left. Her mom had been complaining of headaches for two years, but this time it had come on so suddenly and violently. If it weren’t for Juniper, her mother might not have made it. Her mom was right. Juniper was their family’s guardian angel.

With a roll of her eyes, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and headed toward the ICU.

As she entered the observation room, all the doctors, including Dr. Landon, immediately stood up, their attention fixed on her.

“Ms. Payne, Mr. Schwartz, please, have a seat.” Dr. Landon personally pulled out a chair for her before respectfully stepping aside.

“Thank you,” Juniper said softly, her eyes already glued to the monitor displaying the live feed from the ICU. Saskia lay peacefully in bed, her head wrapped in bandages, while the heart monitor beeped steadily.

“Ms. Payne, her vitals are completely stable,” Dr. Landon said with a deferential bow and an admiring smile. “Your surgical technique is truly extraordinary. May I ask where you studied, or who your mentor was?”

As far as he knew, almost no one in the country could perform that procedure. Except, perhaps, for one person: the legendary surgeon, Nocturne. But no one had ever met the elusive master.