?<strong>Chapter 1099:</strong>


    “Wee back, Dr. Wright! It’s such a relief to see you back safe and sound!”


    “Thank you, everyone!” Belinda replied, her smile radiating warmth and sincerity.


    She felt a deep sense of relief and gratitude.


    She had wondered whether anyone might still have lingering doubts about her blood test results.


    But judging by the warmth and genuine kindness she was receiving, it was clear that any concerns about that had long been put to rest.


    After the morning briefing, the team scattered to begin their rounds.


    The patients under Belinda’s care before her absence had been transferred to Darlene.


    Some had already been discharged, while others remained hospitalized. Belinda apanied Darlene on her rounds to reacquaint herself with her former patients’ conditions.


    The families of her previous patients were delighted to see her again, inquiring about her well-being, which moved her deeply.


    After finishing their rounds, Belinda and Darlene went over the handover details.


    Holley had just left the Grand ins General Hospital after visiting Kenia and was preparing to head home.


    As she stood by the curb, attempting to hail a cab, a deep male voice suddenly called out.


    “Ms. Lewis.”


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    Startled, Holley swiftly turned.


    She found herself looking at a middle-aged man standing near her, a slight smile ying on his lips. Her brow furrowed in confusion.


    “Who are you?” she asked.


    The man chuckled softly. “Ms. Lewis, it seems your memory isn’t what it used to be. Have you really forgotten who I am?”


    Holley’s patience thinned instantly. “Enough with the games. Who exactly are you? I’m busy. I don’t have time for idle chatter.”


    The man’s face turned cold, his voice dipping into an unsettling tone. “Tell me, Ms. Lewis… Is your daughter still taking hormone medication?”


    Holley’s face nched in an instant, her breath hitching as she stared at the man.


    Only three people knew about this matter—herself, Baker, and Lamont Chadwick, the former pediatric director at the Westerlight Hospital in their county.


    But this man—no matter how hard she studied his features—was clearly not Lamont.


    Before Holley could formte a response, the man spoke again, as though remembering something important.


    “I am Lamont. A few years ago, I found myself in a bit of trouble, and in order to protect myself from retaliation, I underwent stic surgery.”


    He had even changed his name. Now, he went by Timothy Jimenez.


    But that, of course, was not something he intended to share with Holley.


    “What do you want?” Holley locked eyes with him, her expression wary.


    Timothy let out a low chuckle, his demeanor calm. “Ms. Lewis, do you really think this is the best ce to have such a conversation?”


    Holley pressed her lips together in silence, her mind working quickly. She then raised her hand and gged down a taxi. “Get in,” she said to Timothy. Without a word, they both climbed into the taxi, heading toward a nearby café.


    Once inside the café, Holley led the way to a private booth, her movements purposeful. She settled onto the plush sofa.


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