"It never happened. Mr. Haney, I have no feelings for you, so don't misunderstand."

She drew the line. Whether she was Davian's wife or not, she didn't want any form of connection with such a man.

"Fair enough." Murphy responded and watched the tenacious figure till it disappeared.

The more casual and indifferent Kimora was, the more interesting he felt. His eyes were all on her.

What was her story?

Murphy came to his senses, snapped his gaze back, and went back to the ward.

Kimora returned to her office and finally rested her anxious mind at ease.

When she closed her eyes, the image of that night resurfaced in her mind.

She quickly opened her eyes, collected herself, and patted her chest, "Why do I keep on thinking of him?" She was confused. Their relationship was simple. Why did the reminiscences of that night keep on crossing her mind when she closed her eyes?

"Dr. Guthrie, a VIP patient on the third floor wants to see you."

A nurse rushed over and quickly knocked on her door. She was anxious because she couldn't afford to offend any VIP patient. Any complaint might cost her job.

Kimora had a headache and checked the time. She only rested for a few minutes.

She had been used to it. In this service industry, she had to dedicate herself to her work.

A VIP ward on the third floor?

Kimora felt familiar. When she checked the medical record from the nurse, Zoie's name came into view. Unperturbed, she went upstairs with her hands in her pockets.

Rat-tat.

Kimora poked her head in the ward, found the air depressing, and spotted Jill.

"Zoie, I asked Paola to make the tonic soup for you." Jill opened a thermos box and considerately handed a spoon to her, "Eat well and get better."

She didn't like Zoie that much. It was just that compared with her sister, she liked the former better.

Kimora had no idea why they called her over. As a party for the matter, she stayed out of it not only because of her causal personality.

In fact, she had no interest in anything about the Nieves.

"Kimora, you're here." Zoie sat up. Her face had regained its ruddy color, but her lips looked dry and cracked.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Kimora walked over and picked up the instrument to examine her sister. Unexpectedly, Jill intercepted her.

She was stunned for a second, "Aren't you the ones who called me here?" An annoyed Kimora rolled her eyes and continued, "This soup is too greasy for a patient."

Kimora gave a piece of medical advice without any implications.

Facing betrayal, even the most generous person would feel upset.

"Kimora, are you still blaming me?" Zoie bit her lip, snuffled, and turned to Jill, "Davian and I truly love each other. Kimora, will you forgive me?"

Dissatisfied with her timid look, Jill crossed her arms over her chest and snarled at Kimora, "You have no conscience. How could you harm your own sister? People say that doctors are kind-hearted. How come are you so vicious?"

She snorted and rolled her eyes.

Kimora's face was expressionless. She was not affected by the speech at all, "Zoie stewed in her own juice. What has it got to do with me?" They were sisters but not related by blood.

Her father was kind enough to adopt Zoie, and she had a sister.

Kimora sneered, held the medical record, and asked in accordance with the procedure.