My One In A Million Wife (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 83

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 83

Ashlyn groaned softly and pouted her ruddy lips, “Oh come on, Director, we’re no strangers so let’s drop the formalities. Look, I can accept this case but in return, I need you to transfer a patient to our hospital and sponsor all of his medical costs. His family can’t afford it.”

“Not a bad deal at all, Dr. Berry. Ok, I promise you. Let me introduce my old friend to you right away,” the director smiled.

“It’s ok, we’ll meet at the operating theater anyways. You can schedule the surgery for tomorrow morning at nine. I’ll email you the details of the transfer patient,” Ashlyn stood up after the conversation ended.

At 2 pm, Landon Davis, the casualty from the accident at the Haddock family hotel was transferred to First Hospital.

His puzzled wife kept asking the nurse, “Do you know why we have to transfer?”

“Our hospital offers the best facility and medical standards in the city. All of your husband’s medical expenses are also borne by the hospital, so rest assured that everything’s ok and just stay here,” the nurse explained with a smile while pushing the cart.

Cadence was Landon’s wife who grew crops and took care of the children in the countryside while he worked in the city.

When Landon was injured, she handed her children over to her in-laws and came to the city to take care of him, the sole breadwinner of the family.

The cost of staying in the ICU was extremely high. Cadence had borrowed whatever she could from all of her relatives to make ends meet. Horace, the wicked boss from Landon’s renovation company could not be contacted after compensating them a hundred thousand.

It cost ten thousand a day to stay in the ICU. Ten thousand vanished easily in a blink of an eye…

Cadence had been crying her eyes out being worried sick about money matters and then this piece of good news came along.

All of the medical expenses are covered?

Wow, it is literally a dream come true.

Ashlyn stepped out of her office and headed towards the ICU. Upon arrival, she saw Cadence wiping her tears.

This woman is only in her thirties but she looks at least forty years old. It was obvious that she had gone through tremendous stress, which was visible on her weary freckled face.

Her clothes are made of coarse cloth but her handmade canvas shoes look neat, though worn out.

Ashlyn walked to her, “Are you Landon’s wife, Cadence?”

She had gone through Landon’s personal file.

“Yes, I am, and you are…?” Cadence was astounded. She had never met such a gorgeous woman in her life, she thought Ashlyn looked more stunning than any of the celebrities she had seen on television.

“I am Dr. Ashlyn Berry,” she said while putting her hands in the pockets of her white robe. “I’ve seen your husband’s medical report. I think you already know that he has blot clots in his brain that must be removed and he has also broken his right leg and arm. I’ll be the doctor responsible for his craniotomy.”

“Yes, the doctor from the previous hospital told me that he’d be paralyzed for life,” Cadence could not stop her tears from streaming down. This doctor is so young, is she really capable of treating my husband?

“Don’t fret. All surgeries have their own risks, the same goes for craniotomy but there is a chance that everything will be fine. We can’t delay his treatment anymore, he has to go for an operation two days from now,” Ashlyn took time to explain to Cadence calmly.

“I see, all right Dr. Berry. Thank you,” Cadence was crying even more and her eyes started to get really puffy and red. Is that why the hospital is not charging me a single cent, so that a young doctor can practice on Landon’s body?

She sat alone at the entrance of the ICU and covered her face as she bawled uncontrollably.

She could not afford any other doctor. The only way out was to accept the offer from First Hospital. Reality hit her hard.

At a romantic French restaurant.

A good-looking man in a black shirt was sitting elegantly at the VIP table, cutting and eating his steak in a very graceful manner.

Hera was coy about the love and infatuation reflected in her eyes as she raised her wine glass, “Congratulations on your safe return.”

Lucas put down the fork and knife in his hands and clinked wine glass with Hera’s, then took a sip of the Château Lafite 1787.

“Thank you.”

“My mother would like to invite you to our house. Would you come over?” Hera took a sip of the wine and then cupped her face and looked at Lucas with a coquettish smile.