Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 640

The corner of Raymond's eye lifted almost imperceptibly. He withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened and accepted the document.

Just as he lowered his pen to sign, a clear, familiar male voice sounded nearby. "Tiff, sorry to drag you along again to accompany my mom for her follow-up."

Raymond did not need to look up to know it was Glen.

For some reason, his pen slipped, and a long streak of ink cut across the signature line.

The intern, unaware of the shift in the air, sensed only that Raymond's presence had turned colder, the easy composure he usually carried gone.

"Dr. Hutton, is there something wrong with the document?"

"Sorry. No." His expression remained unchanged. He set the pen down again, signed swiftly, handed the file back, and slipped his hands into his pockets as he walked toward his office.

The intern turned toward HR with the file. After only a few steps, a gust of air brushed past her. She turned instinctively.

The doctor who had seemed so unhurried moments earlier was now striding briskly in another direction.

Tiffany supported Glen's mother as they headed toward the elevators.

"I could have come by myself," Lauren scolded lightly, glancing at her son. "And you still troubled Tiff to take time off to accompany me."

She had not fully regained her strength after the previous surgery. This was her final follow-up. After today, she would not need to return to the hospital.

Glen glanced at Tiffany, ready to respond, but noticed her distraction. She seemed so lost in thought that she nearly bumped into someone passing by.

He reacted at once, catching her wrist and pulling her closer. "What are you spacing out for?"

She started and came back to herself. "Nothing. I just lost track of my thoughts for a second."

Their homes stood on opposite sides of a narrow alley. When they arrived, Tiffany parked with practiced ease and followed them upstairs, as she had countless times before.

Lauren cooked quickly and well. After dinner, Tiffany rose and began clearing the table.

"Alright, alright," Lauren stopped her. "Just leave them in the sink. Let Glen wash them later."

"Okay."

Tiffany disliked excessive politeness, so she agreed without hesitation. "It's getting late. I'll head back."

She had just taken on a new case. If she delayed any longer, she would likely be working past midnight again.

Lauren shot her son a meaningful look, equal parts exasperation and encouragement, before speaking with gentle hesitation. "Tiff… you and Glen have known each other your whole lives. What do you think of him?"