Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 22

The hospital was always the busiest place, and it was where one could see what human nature was like. There were people coming and going in the wards, corridors, and halls. There were old, young, and sick people with their companions. Some of them were crying, some were silent, and some had smiles on their faces.

It had been almost three years since she graduated, and her heart was no longer as sensitive as when she first left school. At that time, even time she saw someone pitiful, she would cry along with them.

There were too many helpless moments and accidents in the world, and she didn't have time to sympathize.

In the adult world, there was never an easy way to choose, so being able to turn a mess into a beautiful day was already good enough.

Sherri was afraid of disturbing Natalie's consultation, so she took the medicine and went to her own office for a while. At this time, everyone was in the outpatient department or in surgery, and the office was empty.

She waited until it was close to dinner time before getting up and going to the outpatient department to have a meal with Natalie and complain about last night's unpleasantness.

Sherri directly pushed open the door to her best friend's outpatient room. There were no patients, and Natalie was taking off her white coat, getting ready to eat.

When Natalie saw Sherri enter, she stopped what she was doing, sat back at her desk, and asked in a hurry, "You finally showed up. If you didn't, I was going to call the police. Where did you sleep last night?"

Jim told Natalie that "Mr. Roberts" had arranged everything, but she didn't know who "Mr. Roberts" was. At this moment, she really wanted to know where Sherri was last night.

Sherri, exhausted, slumped on the desk and casually tossed the medical records to Natalie, indicating that she was sick.

Natalie skeptically took the medical records and was surprised by what the doctor had written. She asked, "What happened to you? I called in sick for you today, and you really went all out. You don't have to be so convincing, do you?"

Continuing to read the medical records, Natalie said, "Muscle strain. What were you doing last night? What's wrong with your mouth?" She was completely confused.

Sherri, half-dead, spoke up. "Please give me some soup. I'm starving," she said slowly, propping up her cheek.

These past few days, she hadn't been able to eat anything good, so soup was her only choice.

"What a tasteless life!" Sherri mourned inwardly.

Natalie looked at her friend's pale face and said, "Hmm, I'll get you some. But first, tell me what happened to your mouth." She paused for a moment and added, "Do you want some meat in it?"

"Yeah, sure," Sherri replied.

Just as Natalie took out her phone from her pocket, she saw a friend request notification. She was a bit puzzled because not many people knew her WhatsApp ID.

Seeing Natalie's furrowed brow, Sherri asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Somebody tried to friend me," Natalie replied, not paying much attention. She simply swiped it away and continued to open the takeout app to search for "soup".

Sherri nervously pinched her ear and said in a wavering voice, "Natalie, I need to tell you something."

"Hmm, go ahead," Natalie said, still looking down and searching for a restaurant.

"Just accept the friend request, please. The person who's trying to friend you is Hackett," Sherri said, feigning a pitiful expression, afraid that Natalie would refuse.

Only then did Natalie look up at Sherri, her gaze making Sherri feel uneasy.

It seemed that at this moment, she was saying, "Go ahead and explain yourself. I'm waiting."

"Fine, I'd better tell her the truth," Sherri thought. She hesitated for a moment and then said, "Well, last night, I got drunk, and Hackett took me home. But I swear, nothing happened. I just slept in the living room. We're not interested in each other at all, so nothing really happened. And you know, I always want to blow up balloons when I'm drunk. He bought me 500 balloons for that, and I blew up 250. That's why my mouth is like this. But this damn guy filmed me and threatened to release the video unless I give him your contact information. So, Natalie, can you forgive me?" She pouted, propping up her cheek.

Natalie was completely speechless. She wondered what Sherri had done last night, and at this moment, she didn't care about friending Hackett or not. Instead, she wondered how Hackett had gone through last night.

At this moment, Natalie felt a bit of sympathy for the so-called Mr. Blackwell. She wondered if he was still alive.

"So last night, you were acting crazy at Hackett's house but he didn't kick you out of his house."

"Are you my best friend or what? You left me behind last night and didn't even take me home. And then you sold me out."

Sherri added, "I was forced by the situation, you know? I had no choice. Besides, it's not like you're single! When he finds out that Mr. Wilson is your husband, he'll know that he has made a big mistake." After saying this, she realized that she had unintentionally tricked Hackett. She chuckled to herself.

"Hey, girl, it was me who stopped you from drinking last night. I ended up getting drunk too, and I have no idea how I got home."

Natalie was eager to ask what happened to Sherri in the morning, without asking Jim how she got back. But then she thought it might not be appropriate to ask him. If Trevon found out that she was not well-behaved after getting drunk, she might be labeled as someone with loose morals.

"Forget it," Natalie thought. Nothing happened to her anyway, so she didn't ask.

"That was strange. Don't you usually fall asleep right after drinking? Don't you remember who took you home last night? Should I ask Mr. Blackwell for you?" Sherri asked.

"Are you two really that close now?" Natalie asked.