My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon (Audrey)

As Audrey hesitated, Miles, who was a step behind, spoke up. "Dad, she's the one who brought me to the hospital and helped chase off that scammer." Peter's expression softened, and a grateful smile crossed his face. He said, "Oh, I see. Thank you. You're not only beautiful but also kind-hearted. Truly a good person." "No worries," Audrey murmured, her head lowered to hide the awkward look on her face.

They continued walking toward the hospital entrance, with Audrey falling a step behind. Watching the family of three ahead, she felt a strange warmth stirring in her heart.noveldrama

Peter cared so deeply for Jessica, and Miles was a respectful, filial son. This didn't seem like the family Eliza had described, the kind that exploited their daughter and favored sons over daughters.

Lost in thought, Audrey stepped forward and said to Peter, "I can come with you if you'd like. I'm pretty familiar with St. Johnson Hospital."

Hearing this, Peter hesitated, a bit embarrassed. "Oh, no, no, that would be too much trouble. You've already helped us so much." "It's really no trouble, sir. Let's get you settled first." Audrey insisted.

Just then, a taxi pulled up, and Audrey helped lift the wheelchair into the car. An hour later, they arrived at St. Johnson Hospital. Peter headed straight to the information desk to speak with a nurse. "Hello, could you tell me if Dr. Grant is in today?"

A young nurse was sitting behind the counter, distracted by her phone. Without looking up, she replied lazily, "Dr. Grant's not in today."

Then the nurse glanced at Peter and took in the sight of Miles and the rest of them with their bags. A glint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

'Ugh, another one of those patients, dragging along all their stuff and thinking they can just waltz in and see Dr. Grant. Clueless,' the nurse thought.

Peter's face fell, disappointment evident. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the counter. "Miss, could we still arrange an admission? Dr. Grant will be in tomorrow, right?"

"No rooms available!" the nurse replied curtly.

'No available rooms?' Peter thought. Then he looked at her, voice full of pleading. "Can't you at least call Mr. Fletcher? Just let him know we have a critical patient needing his help." Hearing this, the nurse let out a laugh, as if she'd heard the most absurd thing ever.

The nurse didn't even try to hide her contempt and replied with a smirk, "Sorry, I can't do that. Mr. Fletcher doesn't see just anyone."

Peter looked pained, saying, "But we're desperate."

"Everyone's desperate to see Mr. Fletcher. And everything goes by the book. Start with registration. If you're lucky, you'll get in within six months!" the nurse shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm. Peter's mouth opened in frustration, but he couldn't find the words.

Miles's temper flared, and he snapped, "Do you even hear yourself? Sick people can't wait that long!"

The nurse wasn't fazed, her voice as icy as before. "Oh, tough guy, huh? If you're so eager, go pull some strings. Why waste your breath on a nurse?"

"You!" Miles clenched his fists, ready to lash out.

"Don't." Audrey stepped in, stopping him, and faced the nurse herself. "As I understand it, St. Johnson has a policy for critical cases, a fast-track process for immediate admissions."

The nurse looked Audrey up and down, a hint of annoyance replaced by caution briefly. But seeing Audrey's refined appearance sparked a touch of jealousy.

'Probably all show. If she has real money, she won't be wasting her time here,' the nurse thought. Then she scoffed, her voice even more arrogant. "Fast-tracking is only for VIPs. Not everyone qualifies, especially not, well, people like you." With a sneer, the nurse added under her breath, barely loud enough to hear, "Might as well go home and wait for the end."