Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 546

Chapter 546 Echoes Of Duty

Cherise took a deep breath before finally nodding in agreement. “Alright.”

If dedicating a day could significantly benefit her department, she was prepared to make that sacrifice.

After all, she was not one to indulge in pretentiousness.

However, she failed to see why someone of her professional caliber should be tasked with a mere check- up.

Yet, faced with the tempting proposal laid out by the other party, she found it difficult to decline.

“Cherise, I knew you’d come through!”

Her supervisor exclaimed, his voice bubbling with excitement as he clasped her hand. “Good deeds are always rewarded!” he beamed.

Cherise responded with a casual air, deftly picking up the file from the table. “Let me know when the patient arrives,” she stated matter-of-factly, her tone devoid of any emotion.

“I’m off to do rounds now.”

“Okay!” The supervisor replied, his voice still laced with excitement.

Cherise, file in hand, left to attend to her patients, her steps measured and purposeful. The supervisor, meanwhile, couldn’t contain his eagerness and immediately dialed a number on his phone. “Mr. Lenoir. she’s agreed!”

As Cherise made her rounds, checking on each patient diligently, she eventually came to Maeve, who had undergone surgery the day before.

Despite her reluctance, driven by a professional sense of duty, she sighed and made her way to Maeve’s

ward.

Every doctor must be compassionate, she reminded herself. She couldn’t allow personal grievances to overshadow a patient’s care.

After all, this was a matter of life.

As she approached the ward, the words of Charisa Miles echoed in her mind.

Cherise, if you wish to be a doctor, pursue it with all your heart. Don’t let go of your dream just because your parents are in business.

Your mother’s quest for revenge and profit has hurt many.

Your becoming a doctor could be seen as a way to atone for her actions.

With these words ringing in her ears, Cherise took a moment, her eyes closed in reflection, before pushing open the door to Maeve’s ward.

Inside, Maeve was holding hands with Charles, deeply engrossed in discussing their child’s name.

“Let’s name her Talia Luther,” Charles suggested earnestly.

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