"Unlike that pregnant woman sitting beside them… no matter how much she tries to cover up, you can tell she looks old. And I heard her private life is a mess. She was with an old man even though she already had a husband. I don’t know what Mr. Sinclair saw in her."
"She used to be a doctor too, right? Thank God she isn’t practicing anymore. I’d feel disgusted to be treated by someone like her."
The words stung, but I didn’t flinch.
Beside me, Tristan’s expression darkened. With just one cold glance, the whispers died down.
He took my hand, his grip warm and firm, as if shielding me from their words. His voice was filled with tenderness as he said:
"Wife, don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous of our happy marriage."
I looked at him.
For the first time in a long time, I really looked at him.
And finally, I asked the question that had been weighing on my heart.
"Did you give my medical notebook to Faye?"
His fingers stiffened around mine.
For a brief second, guilt flickered in his eyes. But then, just as quickly, he smoothed his expression and feigned ignorance.