Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 276

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 276**

**Chapter 276**

**Amelia’s POV**

“Annette? Is that you?”

The moment I heard his voice, a surge of excitement coursed through me, causing my heart to leap into my throat, fluttering like a trapped bird. “Damien?” I replied, a hint of disbelief coloring my tone.

“It’s me,” he confirmed, his voice steady and warm. “What brings you to Dr. Wyatt’s office?”

With a bubbling enthusiasm I couldn’t contain, I blurted out, “I’m Dr. Wyatt’s apprentice now!” The words spilled from my lips, and I felt a strange thrill at sharing this milestone with him, even though I couldn’t quite grasp why his opinion mattered so much to me. After all, our connection was tenuous at best, yet my heart yearned for his approval, as if it were a lifeline.

“That’s wonderful,” he said, and I could hear the genuine delight in his voice. “I’m sure you’re doing a fantastic job.”

“I just started,” I replied, a proud smile creeping across my face. “But things are going really well! I’ve already helped so many children.”

In just my first week, I had been able to assist Dr. Wyatt in diagnosing several children, each case a small victory that filled me with purpose. Dr. Wyatt had even praised my natural instinct, claiming I had an uncanny ability to sense what was wrong. So far, every subsequent test had validated my hunches. I had even collaborated with him on developing new treatments for various ailments, which felt like a thrilling accomplishment.

It was as if I had discovered a hidden talent, one that ignited a spark of excitement within me. For the first time in a long while, I felt genuinely useful, and that feeling was intoxicating.

Ian might have seen me as nothing more than a pretty ornament to flaunt on his arm, but I was determined to shatter that misconception. I was not merely a trophy, a prize won by my brother’s influence. I was Amelia, an individual with my own dreams, aspirations, and capabilities.

I was resolute in my quest to carve out a future that was entirely my own, unshackled from my brother’s shadow.

“I’m glad to hear that, Annette,” Damien replied, his tone warm and supportive, as if he truly meant it. But then, with a slight clearing of his throat, he shifted gears. “I was hoping to schedule an appointment with Dr. Wyatt for Stacy.”

A wave of concern washed over me instantly, my mood shifting in the blink of an eye. “Is something wrong?” I asked, my heart racing as the worry settled in.

“No, not exactly. But I’m sure you’re aware that she needs regular check-ups now. Unfortunately, none of the healers at my hospital specialize in pediatric care. This is something I need to address immediately. In the meantime, I need her to be seen by someone regularly, and there isn’t a more qualified pediatric healer on the continent than Dr. Wyatt.”

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