My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252 Family Connections

Oriana drew in a slow breath and cut off Nyla’s relentless complaining. overthinking it. Those two are just old friends of my late father. They me out of nostalgia.”

“Huh?”

The stairwell went silent in an instant. Nyla stared at her in disbelief.

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“Yes,” Oriana confirmed. “You misunderstood. They just came to see where I work–and to visit Mr. Harris.”

It took a moment for the realization to hit. When it did, color rose to Nyla’s face. For once, she looked genuinely embarrassed.

Oriana noticed her discomfort and couldn’t help a quiet laugh. “Still,” she said lightly, “thank you for the… special reminder.”

Nyla straightened defensively, her voice rising a little too quickly. “Who said I was reminding you? I was just worried you’d drag down Mr. Harris‘ reputation, that’s all!”

She averted her eyes, looking anywhere but at Oriana, her usual composure faltering.

“If you hadn’t mentioned Mr. Harris so many times,” she muttered, “I wouldn’t have even bothered to come down here.”

Oriana nodded with an easy, innocent expression. “Oh.”

There it was again—that same cold indifference.

Nyla’s irritation spiked instantly. She could feel the regret bubbling up–why had she come running all the way from the conference room just for this?

She glared at Oriana, her elegant curls seeming to frizz with indignation.

Then, taking a deep breath, she spun on her heel and marched off, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete.

Oriana blinked after her, amusement flickering in her eyes.

Stepping out of the stairwell, she glanced around. Where had Randolph and Bryan

disappeared to?

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Meanwhile, under Zachary’s guidance, Bryan and Randolph had made their way to the MDT clinic area.

Bryan turned to him and extended a hand. “So, he said in a low voice,

Fortunately, it was cold that day, and Bryan’s wool coat was slightly ope of the moment, he quickly slipped a small, bulging package into his inner pocket.

The motion was quick–discreet enough that no one noticed.

He exchanged a knowing glance with Randolph before turning to Zachary.

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“You don’t need to come any further,” Bryan said casually. “If an outsider like you shows up, it might make things awkward for Mr. Harris.”

Zachary scratched his nose, looking doubtful. “At least let me walk you to the clinic door.”

“No need,” Bryan said with confidence. “It’s just a few steps. We can handle it ourselves.”

Randolph chimed in, “Zachary, wait here for a bit. If Oriana comes, stall her for us. Just give us a few minutes, alright?”

Ah–so there was an important mission, too.

Zachary could only sigh and nod. “Alright. Mr. Harris‘ office is the second one on the right after you turn left.”

“Got it, got it,” Bryan said briskly.

Before he’d even finished, he was already tugging Randolph down the corridor.

Inside the MDT area, the hallway was crowded with patients and worried family members.

As they rounded the corner, they nearly tripped over a family sitting on th pleading in despair.

“Young man, what’s wrong? Why are you crying like that?”

crying and

Old habits died hard–Bryan and Randolph couldn’t resist stepping forward to help.

After learning that the patient’s illness was critical and the family had been advised to prepare for the worst, the two men spent quite some time comforting them, speaking gently until their tears finally stopped.

By the time the family left, Bryan and Randolph were parched from talking. They straightened up, glancing around at the two office doors nearby, and suddenly froze.

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“Wait–what did he say again?”

“The second one on the right, I remember it clearly!”

“Which direction did we come from?”

“This is the right side. Trust me.”

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They nodded in agreement, knocked on the second door to the right, and pushed it open.

Inside sat a distinguished–looking man about their age, his features sharp, his eyes cold and penetrating. Normally so authoritative among their peers, the two rarely humbled themselves–but this time, they both straightened and greeted him with respect.

“Mr. Harris, we’re Oriana’s family.”

As they spoke, Randolph instinctively closed the door behind them.

Cormac had been resting, earbuds in.

He caught only the last part of their sentence as he removed them, blinking once.

Oriana’s family?

He tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, studying the two middle–aged men before him.

Their bearing–confident yet deliberate–spoke of education and experience, of men accustomed to commanding respect.

A thought flashed through his mind, and the situation clicked into place.

Last week, the hospital had announced that the first phase of the MDT program was ending, and that students and interns would be selected to co–author papers for publication in a leading international journal.

It was a golden opportunity–getting your name under a renowned chief physician’s publication, even as a second or third author, could transform a young doctor’s career overnight. So that was it.

Oriana, it seemed, was desperate to make amends for her earlier missteps. She was pulling every string she could–even calling in family connections.

Cormac leaned back slightly, a faint, sardonic smile tugging at his lips.

William, see? You have once been so proud of your student. Yet now, there she is–head bowed, chasing prestige like all the others.

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