The reporters' questions were sharp as they tried to push Everleigh into a corner, but she managed to avoid answering them directly. She never revealed her relationship with Selena and strongly denied that she had bad blood with the leading actress. It was amazing how she could pull something off like that while still maintaining the truth behind the press conference.
The purpose of the press conference was to clarify the hospital's innocence, not Selena's. Therefore, when the time was almost up, Mr. Lawson gave the administrative manager of the scene a nod. Dr. Harper understood and dismissed everyone immediately.
"That's it for today. Thank you to every reporter who came. About this matter, our hospital will not respond to it anymore. After all, it's a place to cure diseases and save lives. We're not going to involve ourselves too much with the public opinion. We hope you understand."
After saying this, security guards instructed the reporters to leave in an orderly manner.
Everleigh returned to her office, took off her coat, and hung it on the rack. She poured a glass of water and sat down to catch her breath. She felt tired when she thought of the questions that had been thrown at her.
Somehow, out of nowhere, Selena crossed her mind.
When Selena was a young girl, she was very quiet and disliked talking. No one expected her to have enrolled in an arts academy and choose acting as her career. Everleigh wondered how Selena handled the reporters as she herself had been abroad for some time.
While she was thinking, a message notification popped on the screen of his phone.
"Dr. Trevino, I saw the press conference. Thank you for your help."
The person who sent the message was Winnie, Selena's manager. Winnie had contacted Everleigh the night before the press conference, hoping that she would be willing to clarify the matter.
"You're welcome." Everleigh was going to write more as her reply, but she hesitated. In the end, she added another sentence, "Please continue to take care of Selena in the future. Sorry for the inconvenience caused."
After a while, Winnie replied with a message, "It's Selena's blessing to have a sister like you."
Everleigh didn't know how to reply, so she simply put down the phone. She had mixed feelings.
To Selena, she probably wouldn't think that it was a blessing. In fact, she would probably rather Everleigh be gone.
The press conference somehow put a stop to the controversy surrounding the drama crew.
Since the victim had already come out and clarified that the controversy was baseless, the public decided not to ponder on it anymore. Discussions about the incident on the Internet also disappeared overnight.
Everleigh had no time to care about public opinion. After she was back to work, she became occupied with it. Consultations, clinical surgeries, and intern examinations kept her busy on a daily basis. At night, she would help Dr. Harrison with his students' thesis.
After her last operation on Friday, Everleigh came face to face with Dr. Harrison as soon as she changed out of her surgery scrubs.
As soon as they met, Dr. Harrison asked, "What do you think about the thesis from two of my students?"
"I'm not done with them yet, but from what I've seen, they have to fix the format. That alone is going to take a lot of time."
"Hurry up and finish their thesis."
"Sir, I'm just a human, not a machine. I'm already busy with my work. Why did you urge me to help you?" Everleigh said bitterly.
Dr. Harrison put his hands in his pockets and huffed, "Hey, I paid you, didn't I? You take the money and you work. It's common sense."
"Okay, okay, I won't argue with you. I'm exhausted. I'll go back and finish reading the thesis, okay? I'm going back to the school tomorrow anyway so I'll bring the thesis along for the students."
Everleigh really had no strength to argue with Dr. Harrison. After the operation, she was worn out.
"Tomorrow, after the anniversary celebration of the university is over, my wife wants you to come have dinner at our place."
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Deep Love Hidden From Him