“Honestly, if I looked like her, I’d be dating Justin Bieber by now!”
The nurses giggled, oblivious to the girl passing by in the hallway.
She wandered absentmindedly toward the ward. Her brother and mother were at their father’s bedside, so focused on him that they didn’t notice her at all.
Feeling left out, she leaned against the wall and pulled up her photo gallery. Almost every picture was of Judd Carstairs, snapped during his medical school lectures. She’d pushed herself to get into med school for one reason only: to get closer to her idol.
Glancing up, her eyes caught the staff photos and credentials posted on the wall. It didn’t take her long to spot Charlotte Sterling’s picture.
Even in the stiff, official headshot, Charlotte’s features were striking—high cheekbones, graceful lines, a beauty that was both pure and alluring.
An idea sparked. She snapped a quick photo of Charlotte’s staff portrait and drafted a post for social media.
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The next morning, Mr. Connelly’s surgery was scheduled as the first case. Judd and Gentry Moore stood in the hospital room with the attending physician, discussing arrangements. Judd wanted Charlotte to lead the operation, but as soon as Mrs. Connelly’s daughter heard, she immediately objected. “Absolutely not.”
Mrs. Connelly looked at her, puzzled. “Sadie, what is it?”
Sadie Connelly bit her lip, staring at the floor. “I saw what people are saying online… She’s—she’s not a real surgeon. I mean, has anyone ever seen a surgeon that young and that pretty? She must have gotten here through connections.”
Mrs. Connelly didn’t understand her daughter’s sudden suspicion, but she had to admit—Dr. Sterling did seem awfully young.
A young lead surgeon, no matter how talented, might lack the necessary experience. Was it really safe to take that risk?
The attending physician’s expression grew awkward. “I think you’re worrying unnecessarily. Before Dr. Sterling transferred here, she was already head of her department at The Capital. And despite her age, she’s done plenty of these procedures.”
“I had no idea Dr. Sterling was so accomplished.” Mrs. Connelly let out a sigh of relief. She trusted Judd, and he would never exaggerate. “Alright, let’s have Dr. Sterling lead the surgery.”
Gentry propped his chin on his hand, shooting Judd a meaningful look.
As they left the room, Gentry caught up to Judd, matching his stride. “Judd, I never thought I’d see you go to bat for someone like that—especially for a woman. And you sure know a lot about her, huh?”
Judd didn’t miss a beat. “She studied under my old man. Of course I know her.”
“Yeah, right. But you’re closer to Yolanda, aren’t you? You don’t even know that much about her.”
Judd’s brow furrowed in annoyance. He shot Gentry a glare and walked off without another word.
Gentry just shook his head and, out of habit, checked the trending topics on his phone. Sure enough, just as that girl had claimed, Charlotte Sterling was making headlines.
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