Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 125

Seeing the message, Emma didn’t ignore it. She quickly typed a polite reply: [You don’t have to apologize, Mr. Allen. It wasn’t a big deal.]

After sending it, she turned off her phone and gazed out the window.

When Nathan saw her reply, he frowned. He really couldn't figure Emma out.

If she had no feelings for the man, why would she even consider keeping his child, knowing her own health was at risk? But if she did have feelings for him, how could she be so casual today after learning from him that her husband was cheating on her, simply saying, “It wasn’t a big deal”?

Nathan put his phone down. Not knowing what to say, he decided not to reply at all and put the phone back in his desk drawer.

He closed the drawer, took off his glasses, and leaned his elbows on the desk, pinching the bridge of his nose wearily. It was almost seven in the evening, and he still hadn’t eaten. He had no appetite.

Just as he closed his eyes to rest for a moment, he heard a knock on his office door.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Come in.”

Nathan put his glasses back on and looked toward the door. A young woman he didn't recognize walked in.

“Hello, are you Mr. Allen?” Melissa asked, entering timidly.

“Yes, I am. Can I help you with something?”

Nathan looked at her, searching his memory, but came up blank. He saw many patients every day, but he usually remembered a face after seeing it once.

“I... Mr. Scott from the 21st floor sent me to find you.”

Back on the 21st floor, when Mr. Scott gave her the report, he told her she needed to take it to Mr. Allen in Hematology on the 15th floor, calling him an expert in the field.

Based on Mr. Scott's description, Melissa had pictured Mr. Allen as an older man, perhaps around Mr. Scott’s age. But when she walked into the office, she saw that he was surprisingly young and... incredibly handsome.

Melissa felt a pang of shame for her earlier assumption, and an even deeper blush spread across her cheeks.

Nathan’s eyes remained fixed on the report, completely oblivious to the young woman’s reaction. “It’s too late now; the lab is closed for the day. Bring your father to see me first thing tomorrow morning. We’ll start with a repeat CBC and a blood smear. That will help us determine if his white blood cell count is elevated or low.”

“Okay, thank you, Mr. Allen. I appreciate your help.”

Melissa took her father’s report back and slowly made her way out of the office, disappearing from Nathan’s sight.