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Chapter 56: I’m Looking For You
Wanda’s understanding of Yvette’s words was instant, and it left her feeling uneasy. Hilda, ever the tactician, sneered. “It’s impossible for her to have a real invitation card. I sent it to her.”
“You sent it to her?” Yvette was confused, her mind trying to process the information.
Hilda sighed heavily, as though explaining something painfully obvious. “The Gibsons only had three invitation cards. I asked George to send her a fake one, but he must have picked up the wrong one and sent her the real one by mistake.”
Wanda’s eyes widened, her frustration mounting. “That damn girl is so lucky! If only Madam Gibson had given that invitation to me…”
Hilda, clearly irritated, snapped, “It doesn’t matter. It’s the same whether I take you or not!”
Without wasting any more time, she approached the bodyguard and handed over her invitation card with an air of authority. After a brief inspection, the bodyguard stepped aside, granting her entry. She felt a momentary surge of satisfaction, but that was short-lived as she heard Wanda’s voice ring out.
“Madam Gibson! They blocked me!”
Hilda turned back to see the bodyguard preventing Wanda from entering. “What’s going on?” she demanded.
The bodyguard’s tone remained polite and professional. “Madam, there are regulations regarding the invitation cards. A doctor may only bring one assistant. You may choose one of them.”
Hilda’s face flushed with indignation. “Choose one of them? How do you expect me to choose?” It was an impossible situation—embarrassing, no less.
Yvette, sensing an opportunity, spoke up. “Madam Gibson, you should take my mother in. I’ll wait for you outside.”
Wanda, blushing with embarrassment, didn’t know how to respond. She wanted to go inside, yes, but it wasn’t just about that.
“Yve, don’t be silly!” Wanda hissed. “You need to go in! You must meet Mr. Yarwood so that he can fall in love with you!”
Though her words went unheard by most, the bodyguards exchanged glances, clearly perplexed. What did this woman mean by “fall in love”? They couldn’t make sense of it, their professional expressions giving nothing away.
Hilda, feeling the pressure of the situation and wanting to avoid further embarrassment, snapped impatiently, “Hurry up! Someone needs to go with me!”
She had never wanted to bring the Yates along—especially not because of that Zenith herb. If it weren’t for that, she would have left them out of this event entirely.
“Well… I’ll go.” Yvette spoke hesitantly, visibly uncomfortable with the situation.
Wanda waved her off, albeit reluctantly. “Go ahead.”
As the two of them made their way inside, Wanda lingered, still looking longingly toward the entrance. A newcomer, thinking she was blocking the way, gave her a pointed look. “If you don’t have an invitation card, please step aside.”
It was the first time Wanda had felt such embarrassment. She stepped aside with a huff, frustration welling up inside her. She couldn’t stop thinking about the invitation card Hilda had mistakenly handed to Wynter. That damn girl—how could someone so out of place get the benefit of being here, while she stood on the outside?
Meanwhile, inside the hall, the atmosphere was elegant and grand. The décor was in the Frenda style, with walls inlaid with delicate roses, and the tea sets crafted from exquisite pottery. The butler announced the origins of each renowned doctor as they entered.
When Wynter walked in, however, it was the mention of “Empathy Clinic” that drew the most attention. Whispers spread quickly among the guests. Some couldn’t even hide their disapproval. Though they didn’t make their rejection obvious, it was clear that they weren’t interested in associating with her. Even some unqualified doctors silently moved away from her.
In stark contrast, Hilda entered shortly after, and the room seemed to brighten at her presence. Almost everyone in the circle greeted her. “Hello, Dr. Gibson,” they said, and Hilda responded with grace, offering an elegant smile. “Hello, everyone.”
Wynter, unfazed by the icy reception, chewed her gum casually. She didn’t mind the exclusion. She moved toward an empty seat, ready to take a moment for herself. The atmosphere, though chilly, was nothing she hadn’t faced before.
Just as she was about to sit down, a voice urgently called out, “Hey, miss! I’ve been looking for you!”
Wynter froze. The voice was unmistakable. She turned around, eyes scanning the crowd, trying to locate the source.
