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Chapter 96: Someone Troubles Her Again
“She’s quite arrogant!” Fiona stamped her foot in frustration. “We won’t go after her again! Who does she think she is?”
Naomi frowned and folded her arms across her chest. “Aunt Fiona…”
Fiona’s tone softened, her resentment still bubbling under the surface. “I just think she’s so impertinent. You apologized to her publicly, and she didn’t even appreciate it.”
“You’re the one without any manners!” Naomi snapped, her patience thinning.
With Wynter gone, Ryan could no longer contain his frustration. “I’m done being the manager! I can’t keep dealing with this nonsense every day! Why did you call for a doctor when you’re perfectly fine? Are you out of your mind?”
Naomi quickly tried to calm him, her voice gentle but firm. “Mr. Lloyd, please calm down. There’s no need to make a scene over a doctor.”
Ryan’s expression turned even more serious. “Ms. Naomi, do you have any idea how much Mr. Quinnell Senior values Dr. Genius?” He took a deep breath, his frustration evident. “You need to explain this to Mr. Quinnell Senior yourself. Dr. Genius wasn’t kidding. Like she said, she won’t treat the Quinnells again.”
Fiona scoffed dismissively. “Mr. Lloyd, you’re making a mountain out of a molehill. So what if she doesn’t want to treat the Quinnells? Southdale is my hometown. I know plenty of renowned doctors. If she doesn’t want to help, others will.”
Ryan didn’t respond. He turned on his heel and left, the weight of the situation pressing on him.
“Mr…” Naomi started to call after him but suddenly stopped, her face draining of color. She seemed to struggle with her breathing.
“Ms. Naomi!” Fiona gasped, quickly pulling out a medical spray and rushing to her side.
Ryan hesitated for a moment but then stayed, his concern for Naomi outweighing his frustration. If something happened to her, Fabian would hold him accountable. He couldn’t afford to leave now.
Naomi lowered her eyes, her long lashes trembling. “Aunt Fiona, you must apologize to her next time.”
Fiona bit her lip, her pride clashing with Naomi’s request. How could she apologize to someone like that? But Fiona understood Naomi’s wishes and, gritting her teeth, responded reluctantly, “Okay, I’ll apologize.”
Naomi glanced at Ryan, her voice soft. “Mr. Lloyd…”
Everyone in the lobby seemed to be watching, some muttering under their breath about Naomi’s grace. Even though Fiona had made a mistake, Naomi had tried her best to smooth things over.
Ryan, still fuming, couldn’t bring himself to say anything more. He glared at Fiona, his frustration palpable.
On the surface, Fiona had restrained herself, but beneath it, her mind was already scheming. She’d make sure to find another renowned doctor to diminish Ryan’s influence and put him in his place.
Though Ryan was the manager, Fiona reminded herself, he was still an employee. How could he involve himself in Naomi’s personal matters?
She thought for a moment, her mind turning to her relatives, the Scotts, who were well-established in Southdale. It wouldn’t be hard for her to contact them and get the best doctor to handle the situation.
Meanwhile, the ladies at the restaurant, unaware of the tension unfolding in the lobby, were enjoying their afternoon tea. Wanda, eager to win back her place among the aristocracy, had been doing her best to charm everyone.
But as she chatted, Mrs. Jennings glanced out the window and smiled slyly. “Mrs. Yates, isn’t that your daughter, Wynter? The one who got bad grades in school?”
Wanda followed Mrs. Jennings’ gaze, her eyes landing on Wynter walking out of the hotel. Fury burned within her—Wynter had embarrassed her again.
Taking a deep breath, Wanda fought to keep her composure. “Mrs. Jennings, your news is outdated. She’s an imposter. My biological daughter is Yve.”
Mrs. Jennings simply smiled, her embarrassment clear, and said nothing more.
Seeing the tension in Mrs. Jennings’ face only made Wanda angrier. She excused herself and retreated to the bathroom to touch up her makeup. Then, stepping outside, she made a phone call.
“Have you done what I asked?” she asked sharply. “She often walks alone. How could you not have—”
