CHAPTER 23: CHAPTER 23: IF YOU DID SOMETHING WRONG, YOU DESERVE TO BE LEFT OUT IN THE COLD

Sabrina saw this and stopped her, gently telling the little girl, "You can’t take the painting into the bathroom, if it accidentally gets wet, the painting will be ruined."

The little girl naturally couldn’t bear to let the painting get damaged, so she obediently put down the frame and followed her mommy into the bathroom.

When Jordan Hawthorne came home from work, Zara had already finished her bath and was playing with the nanny on the sofa in the hall.

The little one usually immersed in her own world, and with Jordan busy at work, every time he came home, he was either tired or lacked the mood to interact with her.

Therefore, he naturally wouldn’t notice any changes in his daughter.

As soon as he entered the door, he merely glanced at the child briefly, then looked away, loosened his tie, and went straight to the room to wash up.

Zara’s eyes, however, were intently following her daddy’s back.

After a while, she rushed with excitement, hugging the picture, following him into the room.

She wanted her daddy to also look at her painting.

But by the time she got there, Jordan had already gone into the bathroom.

The little girl wasn’t in a hurry, just holding the painting outside, patiently waiting.

This wait lasted more than half an hour.

Sabrina did not know.

After she finished her bath, she went downstairs to find the child.

As a result, she didn’t see Zara in the hall, only the nanny.

Sabrina asked, "Nanny Warren, where is Zara?"

The nanny replied, "Young master just came back, and the little miss followed him upstairs, seems to have something to discuss."

Upon hearing this, Sabrina immediately went to Jordan’s room to find them...

At this time, Jordan had just finished his bath and stepped out, immediately seeing Zara squatting by the bathroom door, waiting for him.

The man still had steam rising from him, hair not yet dry.

He wiped himself as he faintly lowered his eyes to look at the little girl, asking, "Zara, what are you doing here?"

The little one, seeing him come out, eagerly held up the frame in her hands, wanting to show him.

At that moment, Jordan’s phone rang inopportunely.

He couldn’t pay attention to what Zara wanted to show him, rose, and went to answer the call.

Little Zara could only turn back, watching his retreating figure.

"Jordan..."

On the other end of the line, it was Brooke Sinclair’s soft voice, "When I was on a business trip a few days ago, I seem to have left some clothes in your suitcase, could you help me find it?"

"Clothes?"

Upon hearing this, Jordan turned to open the suitcase.

In the past, whenever he returned from a trip, it was always Sabrina who packed his luggage.

Now, it was still there untouched?

Jordan didn’t have time to think about it more, easily pulling out a pink satin nightgown.

His fingers paused noticeably, then he warmly said, "Found it, I’ll bring it over to you later!"

Brooke Sinclair cheerfully replied, "Thanks a lot!"

Jordan responded with a "hmm" and hung up the phone.

His hair was half-dry, he casually threw down the towel, turned around, and went into the closet to change, seemingly forgetting his daughter came to find him.

When he came out again, he was already dressed, holding a bag.

Clearly, he was going to deliver the nightgown to Brooke!

Only then did Jordan notice Zara was still there.

He casually and perfunctorily patted Zara’s head, telling her, "Go find your mommy to play with, daddy has work and needs to go out."

Zara’s gaze instantly turned to disappointment.

Sabrina was outside the door, witnessing the entire scene.

Her eyes seemed to freeze over with ice.

Jordan also saw her, yet acted as if she were air, didn’t even say a word to her, just brushed past her and left.

To him, Sabrina had been irresponsible, had done wrong, and deserved to be left hanging like this.

He figured to wait until she came to her senses before addressing it!

The sound of his footsteps soon faded away.

Sabrina also walked into the room, tenderly hugging Zara.

The little one seemed somewhat upset too, just holding the painting, leaning against her.

Sabrina’s heart felt like it was being torn apart, yet she cooed, "Darling, why don’t we put this beautiful painting on the cabinet by your bed? That way, you can see it every day when you go to sleep and when you wake up!"

Initially, Zara didn’t react much.

Sabrina had to speak sweetly and coax for a while.

Finally, Zara’s disappointment seemed to dissipate a bit, a well-behaved smile reappearing on her face.

Sabrina sighed in relief, though a surge of anger remained within her.

She felt it was unfair for her daughter.

A child’s emotions can’t be as easily retracted as an adult’s when love is no longer wanted.

Zara’s situation was special, and she hadn’t even felt that her parents’ marriage was on the brink of collapse.

She still had a yearning for fatherly love within her.

Before this, Sabrina even hoped that even if Jordan would just pretend, it would be enough.

But he was too stingy to give even that.

That evening, as Sabrina lulled Zara to sleep, gazing at her serene sleeping face, she thought: Sooner or later, darling Zara will be like me and no longer have any expectations for that man...

The next morning, Sabrina was woken by a phone call.

She had just picked it up when Josee Sheffield’s cold voice came through the line, "Get up and start working."

Sabrina glanced at the time, it wasn’t even seven-thirty yet.

She was a little amused and helpless, asking, "So early?"

Josee replied matter-of-factly, "What else? Since you’re taking the job, make the most of your time, work doesn’t wait! You know how coveted a position at The Sheffield Group is, don’t you? Others would do anything to get it!"

"Quickly check the address I just sent you, you must be there before nine, or your salary will be docked!"

Sabrina Hayes thought it was absurd.

She wasn’t even formally employed yet and was already being threatened with a salary deduction.

She glanced at her WeChat.

Indeed, there was a new message from Josee Sheffield.

It was the address of a private hospital!

Sabrina was a bit surprised and asked, "Did you send it to the wrong person? Isn’t it supposed to be the research institute?"

Josee replied calmly, "No mistake, this is the address."

It seemed he knew what Sabrina was going to ask and confidently said, "Do you know how expensive the cost of a laboratory is nowadays? Most of the money each year is invested there, sometimes with long research cycles, and the money just disappears without a sound.

So, to cut some expenses, starting today, you’ll spend some time every day consulting at this place. This private hospital is under The Sheffield Group, specialized in treating various rare diseases. They happen to be short-staffed lately. Your medical skills shouldn’t be limited to medical research only!"

Sabrina chuckled, "You’re really something, making me work two jobs, treating me like a mule!"

Even though she said that, Sabrina didn’t refuse.

She felt it was good to keep herself busy.

That way, she wouldn’t have time to think about pointless stuff!

Soon, Sabrina got up, freshened up, had breakfast with Zara, changed into her professional attire, and headed out for work.

Upon arrival at the Sheffield Private Hospital, Josee Sheffield was already waiting.

He wore a custom-made black patterned suit, looking calm and composed. His tall figure was particularly eye-catching.

Sabrina quickly went over to greet him, "Morning!"

Josee responded, raised his wrist to check his watch, and raised his chin, "Not bad, you’re punctual. Come on, I’ll show you your future office."

"Sure!"

Sabrina followed him.

Although this job came unexpectedly,

Josee clearly didn’t plan to shortchange her. The consultation room he arranged for her was bright and spacious, fully equipped with various facilities.

Various medical devices, including hospital beds... even the nameplate on the desk was ready.

After looking around, Sabrina had no objections, except she was puzzled by the nameplate, "Who is this ’Agnes Nash’? Surely that’s not supposed to be my name?"

Without lifting his eyes, Josee replied, "You’re right. I figured since you’re not using your real name anyway, I randomly picked one—’Practicing medicine, doing good deeds for charity.’ It’s just a makeshift name."

Sabrina’s lips twitched at his response, "This is really forced; could you be any more random?"

Josee ignored her protest and swiftly changed the subject, "Enough talk. Go get ready and change your clothes. There’s a patient coming soon!"

"So soon?"

Sabrina was surprised and realized belatedly, "Did you already line this up and just wait for me?"

"What else?"

Josee had an unsurprised expression, "I lined it up last night! This patient has been plagued by an old ailment for years, and after consulting many Eastern and Western medical experts who couldn’t treat it, they ended up here. You must cure them; I’ve already received the deposit. If it fails, we’ll have to compensate!

Let me also see if your skills have regressed from being out of practice for so long! If they have, there’s still time to fire you!"

Sabrina was speechless!

She had underestimated the situation.

This guy wasn’t treating her like a mule but a top-grade racehorse!

Having boarded this pirate ship, it was too late for regrets!

Soon, Sabrina resignedly went to put on her white coat and review the patient’s specific case.

When she finished, she had a plan in mind.

The symptoms were of a rare disease.

It’s not uncommon but is a chronic disease.

If untreated for long, a mass of dark energy would linger in the chest and appear on the skin’s surface, gradually draining the patient!

Special acupuncture technique is needed for treatment.

As a modern descendant of The Chiron Sect, Sabrina was the best candidate for the task.

No wonder Josee had such confidence!

With confidence in her heart, Sabrina raised a finger towards Josee, "One session, and it’ll be cured!"

The short sentence was filled with strong confidence.

Josee, long missed seeing her like this, his deep eyes flashing with an inexplicable light, yet he didn’t miss a chance to jab back, "I’ll be watching."

Later that day, the patient arrived on schedule.

Sabrina went straight to needle therapy without delay.

After about half an hour, the black mass that had accumulated in the patient’s chest completely dissipated.

The long-standing symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath, which felt like they could lead to sudden death, also vanished!

The patient marveled at the results, generously paid the remaining fees, and left full of energy, a stark contrast to when they arrived.

After the patient left, Sabrina smugly raised her chin at Josee, "How was it?"

In Josee’s deep eyes, an unreadable expression flickered. For once, he didn’t launch a verbal jab, "You’re officially hired! Here, half of today’s earnings for you!"

Speaking, he handed over a check.

Sabrina casually accepted it, glanced at the amount, and was nearly blinded by the zeros on it.

"Five million is just half? So that means one deal was ten million?"

She was astonished.

Josee nonchalantly replied, "What’s the big deal? You’ve seen amounts like this before!"

Sabrina stayed silent.

Although she did marry into the wealthy Hawthorne Family, and indeed had a card for daily expenses after marriage,

that card was given by the old lady!

She never actually used it, using only what she earned and saved from work.

As for Jordan Hawthorne, he never gave her any money!

Now that they’re about to divorce, this five million is actually a substantial amount for her!