Sheila didn't spare Jacques a single glance throughout the entire walk.
She strode ahead decisively and went straight to the examination room.
Vivian, still clinging to Jacques' arm, watched Sheila’s back with a worried expression. "Jacques, do you think Sheila’s upset to see me?" she asked softly, her voice laced with concern. "I’ve always felt like she doesn’t really like me. If it weren’t for my health issues, I wouldn’t have bothered her at all."
Jacques glanced at her pitiful expression and frowned. "She's a doctor. Helping you is part of her job. You don't need to worry about her feelings."
Sheila hadn't walked far. Every word of their conversation landed clearly in her ears.
Her chest tightened for a moment, a faint sting spreading through her heart. She curled her lips
