Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1497: Everyone'S Position Is Different

Chapter 1497: Everyone's Position is DifferentJust off the operating table, he hadn't returned to his office when hewas “intercepted’ on the road by a doctor, "Mr. Adams, the patient inbed 3 insists that you check on him. He says you're the mostprofessional. His condition is stable, but he can only feel at ease whenhe sees you," the doctor reported in a soft voice as he walkedalongside him.

"Alright, I'll go in a bit." Rowan Watson was a busy man, but he wasn'timpatient.

“Thank you, Mr. Adams." The doctor said, and then left.

When Rowan Watson entered his office, another doctor followed in toreport, "Mr. Adams, the condition of the patient in bed 5 from yesterdayis stable, but..."

Rowan Watson washed his hands again. He listened very carefully,despite standing in the operating room for four hours just now."Alright, leave the patient's file on my desk, I'll look at it in a while.""Okay, thank you. I'll go get busy now."

Rowan Watson washed his hands and sat back in his office chair. Hefirst finished his work at hand and then visited the aunt who had justundergone surgery in bed 3.

The aunt said that she felt at ease seeing him, so Rowan Watsonstayed and patiently chatted with her, offering her encouragement.

He returned to his office again, took a sip of tea, and opened Facebookon his phone. There were no messages from Claire.

Having enough longing, he typed a few words and sent them: What areyou doing?

The brief four words meant, "I miss you." His longing had filled to thebrim, overflowed, and he had to contact her.

But a minute passed, two minutes passed, and there was still no replyfrom her.

Did she not have her phone with her?

Or was she asleep?

Just when Rowan Watson wanted to call Claire, another doctor came into report. Rowan Watson had to put away his phone and put his fullattention into his work mode.

Listening patiently, analyzing, and giving good advice and plans.

His demeanor was gentle, and he was personable, like a holy light,always giving the team and patients a sense of peace.

Russell family, a bedroom door upstairs was gently pushed open, andViolet came in carrying a bowl of bird's nest soup.

The girl standing in front of the window and lost in thought heard thefootsteps and collected her thoughts. When she slowly turned her gaze,Violet was already behind her.

"Aunt." Claire was not in high spirits, but she was still very polite."Come, drink this bowl of bird's nest soup first, to nourish your body."Violet was really worried about her, treating her like her own daughter.Claire could understand her feelings, and all her actions.

But understanding doesn't mean acceptance, "Aunt, please give meback my phone." There was a hint of plea in her voice, and also a hintof helplessness.

“You drink this first, be good." Love filled Violet's eyes.

Facing her aunt's gaze, Claire finally took the bone china bowl withboth hands. She obediently drank all the soup in one breath, thenturned around and put down the empty bowl, "Aunt, can you give memy phone now?"

Violet sighed lightly, she had no such intention.

It seemed like a heavy psychological pressure. As an elder, and amother-like figure, Violet was also very conflicted inside.

Claire and Dr. Watson's matter was not something to be taken lightly,after all, she was not her own daughter, yet she was like her owndaughter.

Violet really didn't want to experience a second loss. These days ofliving in fear were really torturous, and she lived every day in guilttowards her younger brother and sister.

Finally having a chance to make amends, she didn't want the tragedyto repeat itself.

From the perspective of an elder, she also hoped that Claire wouldhave a safe and steady life. There was nothing wrong with that.