Chapter: 584
Mitchel maintained his composure and spoke in a clear, steady voice. “Is something wrong? Typically, when someone wants to
show gratitude or apology, they treat the other person to a meal.”
He was right, but Ariana sensed that something was amiss. Was it normal for him to ask her so bluntly to invite him to dinner? He
didn’t seem pushy. In fact, his serious demeanor and businesslike tone suggested otherwise.
Could he possibly have feelings for her? That seemed impossible. They had just met, and he was young and incredibly
handsome. Undoubtedly, he must be quite popular at the hospital. There couldn’t be any romantic interest from him towards a
married, pregnant woman like her.
Moreover, it wasn’t unreasonable for him to ask her to treat him to dinner. After all, he had helped her against his own
conscience, and she felt the need to repay him somehow. Instead of racking her brain to come up with a way to repay him, she
might as well take him up on his offer and treat him to dinner.
“Of course. When are you available?” Ariana responded with generosity.
Mitchel cast his gaze downward and spoke devoid of emotion. “I’m busy. I don’t have the time.”
Ariana was caught of guard by his response.
“And besides, there’s a rule in the hospital that doctors cannot accept any benefits from patients.”
As she looked at his righteous face, Ariana was at a loss for words.
“Do you still feel uncomfortable?” Mitchel shifted the conversation to something important, picking up the medical record and
flipping through its pages. His hands were exquisite, with slender fingers that showcased neatly manicured and impeccably clean
nails.
Ariana stretched her shoulders and hands, cautiously assessing the sensations. “No, I’m just feeling dizzy.”
“How about your belly? Are you still experiencing any pain?” Mitchel set aside the medical record and looked at her intently.
“I don’t feel any pain,” Ariana replied.
Mitchel nodded, jotting something down on the medical record. He explained, “Based on the examination results, you’re currently
fine, but the smoke you inhaled can still be harmful to the baby. You’ll need to undergo regular check-ups in the future.
Additionally, your ankle is seriously injured, so you’ll require some time to recover.”
Only then did Ariana notice the gauze wrapped around her ankle. “Why doesn’t it hurt? Am I disabled?”
She peered at her ankle, asking a rather foolish question.
Mitchel remained composed, patiently responding as if she were his student. “No, you can still walk. The medicine I applied has
an anesthetic effect. You’ll start feeling the pain once the anesthesia wears off.”
“Okay,” she muttered, her brow furrowing with concern about her mobility in the days to come. Her gaze shifted to the empty bed
beside her, and she inquired, “How is my husband doing?”
Mitchel adjusted his glasses and spoke earnestly. “Theodore’s physical condition is much better than yours. Although he also
inhaled a significant amount of smoke, he’s recovering faster. Aside from a few bruises, he’s fine. Although he does have a
peculiar quirk—”
Mitchel paused, momentarily puzzled. Finally, he came to a conclusion. “Both of you are quite peculiar.”
At that moment, the sound of a wheelchair sliding reached their ears. Horace wheeled Theodore into the room.
As soon as Theodore entered the room, he saw that the male doctor and Ariana were chatting cheerfully. Seeing Ariana’s
relaxed smile, Theodore suddenly became alert to the doctor.