She Chose Him Now She Wants Me Back novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272

Joy lit Wendy’s face. “Dominic Fleming… Your name is Dominic Fleming, right? You really can see me.”

An inexplicable discomfort settled in Dominic’s chest. He drew a slow breath. “Come with me.”

Wendy nodded at once.

Dominic walked to the old car, opened the passenger door, and waited for her to get in before taking the driver’s seat himself.

“What happened to you? The last time I saw you at the hospital, you were fine,” he asked, his voice heavy.

Wendy worked as a nurse at AdventHealth of Grand Skyline. After Dominic had suffered a car accident and died on the operating table, she had run into Isabella and, despite crossing professional boundaries, had insisted on speaking up for him.

That moment had left a deep impression on Dominic. Now, seeing Wendy in a soul–like state tightened his chest.

“She was righteous and outspoken, still so young, yet now…” he thought.

At his question, anger flickered across Wendy’s eyes. After a long pause, she forced out an answer. “Bad luck.”

The words sounded light, but her expression told another story.

Dominic let out a quiet sigh. “Tell me.”

Wendy hesitated, then nodded. “My name is Wendy Newman. I was twenty–three. A week ago…”

That day, she had gone to work as usual.

A nursing position at AdventHealth of Grand Skyline counted as a good job. Wendy had graduated recently and had worked there for only six months, so the hospital had not yet formally confirmed her position.

Her personality caused problems. She was too straightforward and always put patients first, which often led to trouble.

In a major hospital, nurses faced life and death every day, Compassion mattered, but emotional involvement had limits.

The head nurse treated Wendy kindly and once advised her in private to let go of the urge to save everyone and to respect the course of other people’s lives.

Wendy rarely managed to follow that advice.

When Dominic had his accident, she spoke up for him and received punishment as a result.

The parents exchanged looks and shook their heads.

Wendy offered a gentle reminder. “You can ask the doctor whether a brain CT is necessary. Children can be hyperactive when they’re young, and that doesn’t always mean a physical problem. Upbringing can play a role too.”

Adam was overweight and kept struggling, his expression turning fierce. “I’m not sick. Let me go. Let me go. I want to go play.”

At the sight of her son, the mother crouched down, distressed, and scolded the father. “Be gentler. You’re hurting him.”

The father loosened his grip, and the boy bolted away at once.

Wendy hurried after them. “Hey, there are a lot of people in the hospital. It’s better not to let a child run around.”

The mother waved her hand with a smile and ignored her. “It’s fine. He’s very well behaved.”

The father added casually, “Let him run. He won’t get lost. Let’s talk about this brain CT thing first. Nurse, is it expensive?”

Wendy frowned. She could already tell that the boy had no physical problem. His parents had spoiled him completely.

“Children usually don’t have brain issues,” she said. “As for whether a CT scan is necessary, you need to ask the doctor. I’m just a nurse.”