Chapter 26
Quinton realized he was staring. He calmly looked away and said casually, “The view on your side is really something.”
Hearing that, Rosalie’s brows quirked.
Quinton almost asked more, but the words never left his mouth. He felt strangely curious. He’d never paid much attention to women before, but today, he inexplicably lost focus.
Soon, they pulled up at the hospital. Presley Godfrey, the director, was waiting at the entrance. When the Bronson family’s car arrived, Presley stepped forward to greet Quinton.
“Mr. Bronson, we’ve got Mr. Glenn Bronson’s room ready. Follow me.” Presley gestured politely.
Presley and the doctors and nurses behind him all showed major respect to Quinton. Rosalie was a bit surprised that they all treated Quinton like royalty.
With that, Rosalie and Quinton were escorted with Glenn to the VIP ward.
After a few nurses got Glenn settled in his room, Presley respectfully told Quinton, “Mr. Bronson, I’ve lined up our best doctors for Mr. Glenn Bronson. They’ll take care of everything. You don’t have to worry.”
Quinton scanned the room and gave a slight nod, feeling satisfied.
In the hospital bed, Glenn heard Presley and said, “I don’t need any other doctor, just let this young lady handle me.” After the recent scare, Glenn trusted Rosalie the most and didn’t want anyone else.
Hearing that, Rosalie figured Glenn had only trust her now. Since she was already in it, she might as well see it through. After all, money was money, no matter the source. Considering the Bronson family’s wealth, she could reasonably charge a bit more for her services.
Although her family was pretty well–off now, she didn’t plan on spending their money. She had her own career, and money to her was just a number.
Presley hadn’t noticed Rosalie at first; it was only when Glenn mentioned her that he took a closer look. Presley studied Rosalie, who looked like a college student, and he couldn’t figure why Glenn wanted her treat him.
Presley looked at Quinton, puzzled, and asked, “Mr. Bronson, what does Mr. Glenn Bronson mean?”
“Just do what my grandfather says, but you can send a doctor to assist her,” Quinton instructed, glancing at Rosalie. It was clear he still thought she was a bit too young and wasn’t completely convinced.
Presley didn’t get Quinton and Glenn’s call, but he was gonna do what they said. “Alright, I’m on it.” With that, Presley glanced at Rosalie and then
headed out.
Quinton went to Glenn, his voice a bit lighter. “Grandpa, I’ve got everything set at the hospital. She will be your main doctor.”
Hearing Quinton, Glenn nodded, feeling pleased. Then he looked at Rosalie and asked, “What’s your name?”
“You can call me Dr. Moreno,” Rosalie said.
Glenn chuckled. “OK, Dr. Moreno.”
Rosalie flashed a small smile.
Glenn then said, “Dr. Moreno, I’ll be relying on you during my stay. Don’t sweat the cash; I’ll pay double for the follow–up visits, on top of this appointment’s fee.” Glenn made sure she knew he was good for the money.
Rosalie couldn’t help but grin. Rich folks were something else–way more generous than her usual clients. She smiled and agreed, “Don’t worry, Mr.
Bronson. I’ll have you shipshape in no time.”
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Chapter 26
Then Rosalie grabbed a pen and jotted down a prescription. “This is what he needs. Take it as directed; the pharmacy will whip it up. While on my meds, steer clear of other drugs and get plenty of rest.”
Glenn nodded. “Got it.”
Rosalie turned to Quinton and the others, including Presley. “Just keep an eye on Mr. Bronson’s vitals. At other times, keep the noise down so he can
rest.”
She pulled out a small white bottle of her new medicine from her bag and handed it to Quinton. “Apart from the meds, take one of these a day?
Quinton raised an eyebrow, surprised she trusted him with this. But he just took it. “Alright.”
The staff were floored. They’d never seen Quinton do chores. It was the first time.
Rosalie didn’t notice the awkward vibe. She checked the time and saw she needed to bounce, so she said goodbye to Glenn. “Take care, and try to keep calm. I’ve got other fish to fry, so I’m out of here.”
Seeing Rosalie about to go, Glenn quickly told Quinton, “Quinton, show Dr. Moreno out.”
Even though Quinton was miffed, he sighed and reluctantly said, “Fine.”
With that, Rosalie and Quinton left the room together. Feeling out of place with the bigwig, Rosalie looked at Quinton as soon as they were out and said, “I’m good from here, see ya.” She didn’t want him to walk her out; his presence was too intense.
Watching Rosalie go, Quinton still told the driver, “Make sure Dr. Moreno gets home safe.”
“Will do.” The driver nodded and hurried after her.
Outside, Rosalie saw the driver had followed her. “Dr. Moreno, there’s a lot of traffic. Mr. Bronson wants me to drive you home,” the driver said.
Rosalie glanced around; it did look tough to hail a cab. She looked at the driver, and then got in the car, leaving the hospital.
As the hospital faded away, Rosalie let out a breath. Rich clients were a handful. Luckily, today’s mess was averted; otherwise, Rosalie bet Quinton wouldn’t have quit. She thought it was better for her to keep distance from him in the future.
Rosalie got home just in time for dinner. Seeing she’d been out all day, Roxanne smiled and asked, “Where have you been all day?”
Rosalie replied casually, “I went to the studio, of course. Oh, and I handed in my notice.”
Xyliana was a bit shocked Rosalie quit so fast. She thought Rosalie would wait, but she resigned as soon as she got home. Xyliana guessed that Rosalie probably wanted to take over the company ASAP.
Xyliana thought, ‘Maybe Sophia is right; Rosalie isn’t as simple as she seems.‘ Thinking about Rosalie made her recall the car she saw leaving the Bronson residence earlier. Even though it seemed far–fetched, Xyliana hesitantly asked, “Rosalie, did you go to the west side of town today?”
Skyline Castle was in the East District, while the Bronson residence was on the flip side of the city. If Rosalie really went the Bronson residence, she’d definitely say so.
But Rosalie shook her head. “No.” She was a bit suspicious, thinking, ‘Why is she asking? I did go to the west side today. Could I have been spotted?‘
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