The explosive tension between Tiffany and Lady Sylvia Thorne vanished in an instant.
The older woman's brows pinched slightly. Her beautiful eyes narrowed, gleaming with a mix of suspicion and scrutiny. "So the 'gorgeous' Tiffany has been going on about is you, Dr. Hayes? Since when were you two so close?"
Although she wasn't as icy toward me as she was during our first encounter, and despite the smile on her lips, her eyes were unmistakably cold.
She seemed to strongly dislike the idea of me getting too close to her daughter.
"I chatted with Tiffany during rounds the other day, and she ended up adding me on social media. She's so lively and sweet, it's hard not to adore her," I replied politely.
"Is that so? Tiffany added you?" Her gaze shifted from simple curiosity to intense interrogation.
That overwhelming pressure of high society crashed over me once again. Even with mental preparation, being stared down like that made me deeply uncomfortable.
Caspian was quick to intervene. With a gentle tug on my shoulder, he pulled me slightly behind him, offering Lady Sylvia Thorne a charming smile. "Come on, Lady Thorne, do you really have to ask? Of course Tiffany made the first move. She badgered me for Dr. Hayes's number, added her without asking, and has been begging her to visit every single day."
"Dr. Hayes is beautiful inside and out! I liked her the second I met her, so obviously I made the first move," Tiffany chimed in.
Lady Sylvia Thorne's frown relaxed marginally. She was about to say something else when her phone rang.
Glancing at the screen, a flash of panic crossed her face.
Caspian immediately guided her toward the door. "You should head back, Lady Thorne. Dr. Hayes and I have everything handled here, don't worry."



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