Chapter 10 Melody This, Melody That
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try, it won’t change the outcome if the person I’m fighting for doesn’t love me.”
The words drifted through the air and landed just in time for Will Patten, the driver, to hear them as he arrived in the park holding Ginny’s bag.
That afternoon, once Chandler wrapped up work, he was immediately informed of Ginny’s plan to divorce and go abroad.
She’d said it more than once over the past few days, but he had always assumed she was just venting.
He’d seen how much she cared about him -how she clung to their marriage. He didn’t believe she really wanted a divorce.
But then he saw Ryan with his own eyes, and then heard Will’s report, he started doubting himself.
Something was shifting. Something was slipping out of his control. And Chandler hated that feeling.
Swallowing down his frustration, he pulled out his phone and made a call.
Ginny was half-asleep after taking her medication. The phone rang beside her pillow. Still groggy, she answered without checking the caller ID.
“If you think you can just divorce me to run off with someone else, think again. I’ll drag you through court so hard, you’ll wish you’d never met him. Adultery still
counts in this state.”
His tone, sharp and accusing, cut into her already throbbing head.
“And who the hell are you to judge me?” she fired back. “Maybe look in the mirror first. I wasn’t the one pawing some stranger at the airport while still wearing a wedding ring. If anyone’s getting screwed in court, it won’t be me.”
Chandler hadn’t expected her to still be hung up on that incident. His voice grew impatient. “I told you, it’s not what you think between me and Melody.”
Melody this, Melody that. Wake up, Ginny… What the hell are you even
holding on for at this point?
“I’ve told you the same thing. Ryan and I aren’t what you think, either.”
Click.
The line went dead before Chandler could fire back. Ryan’s name still ringing in his ears made his blood boil.
Damn it. Her temper was getting worse by the day.
“Sir, the meeting’s started. The others are already in the conference room,” a subordinate called out.
The next few days were chaos. Chandler barely had time to breathe, and Ginny wasn’t faring any better.
After that botched investment pitch, the hospital Dean reassigned her to the emergency department under the pretense of understaffing.
ER was always intense. Ginny had to squeeze in time just to eat. Then came a three-car collision on the highway.
Their hospital was the closest, so all the injured were rushed there.
Ginny’s ER team took every patient.
“Dr. Jenkins, this one has severe
head trauma. We need to operate immediately.”
Two surgeries were already underway in
neurology, with both the department head and Ginny’s mentor occupied.
Hearing the news, the hospital Dean
approved her to enter the OR as the third
assistant.
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She’d once led surgeries before, but ever since the Dean started sidelining her out of pettiness, she was relegated to third
assistant.
Still, she accepted it without complaint and handled her role with calm precision.
Midway through the operation, the blood bank called.
They were out of Type B. This was an emergency room’s worst nightmare.
Ginny rushed out to check with the patient’s family. But they were also injured-none in a condition to donate.
The doctors evaluated them. None were
suitable.
Options were running out.
A colleague poked his head out from the
“Dr. Jenkins! Do we have blood yet? The patient’s bleeding out-needs a
transfusion now.”
Just great. When it rains, it pours.
“Not yet,” she said. “I’m working on it.”
She pulled out her phone, dialing Ryan as
she spoke.
“How long can we hold with what we
have?” she asked another doctor.
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“Twenty minutes, max.’
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Getting blood from the next hospital would take fifteen minutes. It was going to be tight.
“What are you waiting for?!” the patient’s father erupted. “You expect to save my son with blood from another hospital?! This is supposed to be a top-tier hospital! What the fuck is your team doing?”
The six family members – four seniors and
two middle-aged adults – immediately closed in on Ginny and the other doctor, hurling accusations with venom in their
voices.
“If our boy dies, this hospital will burn to the ground!”
“Please calm down,” Ginny said. “Trust us
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Smack.
Someone knocked her phone from her hand. It hit the floor with a crack.
On the other end of the line, Ryan’s voice rose in alarm. “Ginny, what’s going on?”
