Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 85: Chapter 85

Lorraine smoothed down her lab coat and composed herself. "Who's looking for me?" she asked.
Alice glanced at her, her expression complicated. "There's a patient who's injured, in the room at the corner, specifically asking for you to hurry over."
'Did someone already know about me after just half a day here?' Lorraine thought to herself. She guessed, "It's not Henry again, is it?"
"Of course not. Employees can't just wander around during working hours. A relaxed work environment doesn't mean staff can be slack," Alice said, noting Lorraine's reluctance. She could tell that Lorraine wasn't interested in Henry.
Lorraine was attractive, with clear eyes, and though she could be a bit absent-minded at times, she was extremely focused when working.
Alice had a feeling that Lorraine wasn't the type to like Henry. When it came to matters of the heart, no one could force anything.
Lorraine let out a sigh of relief, nodded, and headed toward the corner room. Alice stood there, wanting to say something but ultimately holding her tongue.
After knocking, Lorraine entered the room. "Hello, who's looking for me?"
With a swift motion, the bed curtain was pulled aside, revealing an exquisitely made-up plastic face. Elsie spoke imperiously. "My feet are killing me from wearing high heels all day. Come take a look."
Lorraine glanced at her, then let her eyes wander down to Elsie's delicate and unblemished ankles. Elsie couldn't see any injury.
"I'm an internist. If you're hurt, you should have a surgeon check you out," Lorraine said, knowing full well that Elsie was just trying to pick a fight.
"Is this how you treat your patients?" Elsie seized on Lorraine's refusal to treat her, immediately turning it into an accusation.
Lorraine bit back her frustration, ignored her, and turned to leave. But just as she reached the door, there was a loud thwack as a pillow flew past her. Then, an LV handbag came flying through the air.
Lorraine barely dodged in time. The bag missed her but hit a nurse who had just entered, carrying a tray of medications.
The tray clattered to the ground, shattering glass vials and sending shards scattering everywhere.
One of the scissors on the tray flew out and headed straight for Lorraine's foot. She didn't have time to move.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out, grabbed her shoulder, and yanked her to the side.
Lorraine collided with a broad chest, and the faint scent of woodsy cologne told her exactly who it was.
Her heart pounded like a drum, and even though the panic still lingered, she forgot to pull away. She stayed there, nestled against his chest, unmoving.
She could hear his heartbeat, and for a moment, she felt incredibly safe.
But then he gently released her. Eugene looked down at her, his expression indifferent. "Dr. Shaw, are you alright?"
His tone was cool and distant, as if he were speaking to a stranger. Even his use of her formal title felt impersonal.
The light in Lorraine's heart dimmed instantly. She bit her lip and whispered, "Thank you," so softly that it was barely audible.
Elsie, who had been stunned into silence when Eugene saved Lorraine, quickly recovered. She was unhappy that he had helped Lorraine, but seeing the interaction between the two, she perked up. "Eugene, she's so irresponsible.
"Does your group have such low standards for hiring doctors? I told her my foot hurt, and she ignored me, making all sorts of excuses not to help."
Eugene glanced back at the woman on the bed, his eyes briefly resting on her foot.
For some reason, Elsie felt a pang of guilt and couldn't quite meet his gaze, though she continued to insist that her foot was in pain.
Eugene turned back to Lorraine in the lab coat standing in front of him.
Lorraine kept her head down, not daring to meet his eyes.
Eugene had already figured out the whole situation the moment he saw Lorraine in the cafeteria. As soon as he arrived, he witnessed the scene unfolding.
Elsie frowned, on the verge of tears. "Eugene, I really do hurt. Can you come to check it out for me? Eugene, say something for me, okay? After all, I'm her sister. She's being so cold-hearted."
The Shaw family's ability to twist the truth had always been astounding. Lorraine's lips twitched as she wanted to expose that Elsie wasn't actually hurt.
It was a trick Elsie often used when they were younger, feigning illness to get Lorraine to take care of her, all to humiliate her.
But Lorraine kept silent, thinking, 'What position do I even have to make Eugene believe me? She's his girlfriend, and I'm nothing to him.'
Eugene didn't speak, and everyone else held their breath. Lorraine stood there quietly, like a tree.
He seemed to be waiting for something, showing great patience, yet she never spoke.
Suddenly, he bent down and swept Lorraine off her feet, lifting her horizontally into his arms.
Lorraine's world went blank as she dangled in mid-air, her heart feeling weightless and adrift.
The nurses outside gasped, and even Elsie's face twisted with anger, though she dared not make a scene.
No one could predict Eugene's next move. He simply carried Lorraine, stepping over the shards of glass, and placed her right in front of Elsie's hospital bed.
"Check her injury," he said, his tone still indifferent.
Lorraine's heart thudded back into place, but it sank even further at his words.
She pursed her lips, avoiding Elsie's triumphant gaze. He just stood there, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his lab coat, silent.
"Can't you understand? My foot hurts. Hurry up and check it." Elsie frowned, squeezing out a few fake tears. "I really do hurt."
Lorraine remained silent, and so did Eugene.
Even with her head down, Lorraine could feel the oppressive gaze bearing down on her, like a dense web with no escape.
After a while, Lorraine reached out hesitantly, biting the inside of her lip, and pressed lightly on Elsie's ankle.
"Ah," Elsie yelped. "Can't you be gentler? That hurts. Do intern doctors treat patients like this?"
Lorraine closed her eyes slowly, her eyelashes trembling. Then she reached out again, this time with a much gentler touch, to Elsie's ankle.
"It hurts right here. Give it a good rub," Elsie said, settling into a more comfortable position, seemingly enjoying the attention, as if she were getting a massage.
Eugene didn't utter a word the entire time, just watching quietly. His gaze flickered at first, focusing on the space between the two women, but then it grew calm.
Lorraine's fingers ached from the constant rubbing before Elsie finally sat up, satisfied. Surprisingly, Elsie pulled out a few bills from her bag and offered them to Lorraine. "I suddenly don't hurt anymore.
"It must have been the high heels. Thanks for the rub. You're really good at this."
It was a blatant humiliation.
Lorraine glanced at the money, which felt like a slap in the face. She flexed her fingers. "No, thank you. It's my duty."
"Looks like you're used to serving people," Elsie said, standing up and shoving the money into Lorraine's pocket with a smile. "Thanks, Lorraine."
However, her thanks were anything but sincere.
Lorraine reached into her pocket to pull out the money and return it, but Elsie had already Eugene's arm. "Eugene, let's go. You still have work this afternoon. We can't afford to waste your time," she said.
Eugene didn't say a word, seemingly agreeing.
Footsteps echoed behind Lorraine as the two of them walked away. Lorraine slumped into a chair, the bills in her hand dampened by the sweat from her palm.
She took out the money, thought for a moment, and then handed it to Shirin, who had been with her. "Can you take care of this for me?"
Shirin had witnessed the whole thing and was furious. "I can't believe Elsie is such a person. Is she really your sister?"
As she spoke, Shirin tore the money into pieces and threw it into the trash bin.
Even after doing that, Shirin still felt unsatisfied. "She treats you like a servant. I'm going to teach her a lesson, no matter if she is Mr. Moore's girlfriend or not."
Lorraine's breath caught, and she looked down at her feet. "She's always treated me like a servant. You don't need to get into trouble for me. I'm fine. Really, I am."
Lorraine forced a smile and grabbed a broom to sweep up the glass shards on the floor. The broken edges refracted thin beams of light, like needles pricking her eyes.
'He told me to check on Elsie, so I did. What does it matter? I'm fine,' Lorraine thought.
To others, Lorraine's emotions always seemed to settle eventually. So whether she felt embarrassed or hurt never really mattered.
Shirin wanted to help, but as she looked up, she saw Eugene standing at the doorway.
He had returned without anyone noticing, leaning against the door frame. Without saying a word, his mere presence made Shirin feel uneasy.
Shirin glanced back and forth between Eugene and Lorraine before deciding it was best to leave. "Lorraine, you keep working. I'll get ready for this afternoon," she said.
"Okay," Lorraine replied, still looking down and not acknowledging the doorway.
It wasn't until a pair of spotless black leather shoes appeared in her line of sight that Lorraine snapped back to reality. She looked up and found herself staring into those deep, enigmatic eyes.
His gaze was heavy, like a whirlpool that could swallow one's very soul. It felt as if making someone disappear forever could happen in just a moment.
Lorraine stood there, stunned, unsure of how to react. She was still holding the broom, her eyes red and rimmed, looking utterly disheveled.
He stared at her intently, his voice steady as he asked, "She threw a tantrum and broke the medicine bottle. She asked you to massage her foot, and I stood right beside her, telling you to help her.
"Among all these things, which one do you think doesn't matter?"