That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

Olivia soon found herself approached by a small group of individuals.

Sophia was held in her father’s arms, eagerly looking at they beautiful woman who was just within reach, her expression brimming with excitement.

Olivia, being looked at by this father-daughter pair with distinct gazes, was momentarily unsure how to react.

Fortunately, the man in front broke the silence and spoke first, “Are you the doctor recommended by Dr. Sutcliffe to treat my grandfather, Old Whitaker?”

Olivia adjusted her expression and smiled lightly, saying, “Yes, that’s me. Hello, I’m Olivia Prescott.”

“Dr. Prescott.”

The man extended his hand towards her, saying, “I’m Isaac Whitaker, and this is my sister, Abigail Whitaker.”

Afterward, he glanced at Victor, who was behind them, and continued, “And this… is our friend, Leer.”

Olivia forced herself to remain calm and nodded, greeting each of them, “Mr. Whitaker, Miss Whitaker… Mr. Leer.”

As the words fell, a distinct chuckle with an unclear meaning resonated in her ears, carrying a hint of mockery.

Olivia lowered her gaze, concealing the unfamiliar emotions in her eyes.

Beside her, Abigail observed her for a moment, her attractive eyebrows slightly furrowing, and she voiced her doubt, “You’re the doctor who claims to be able to treat my grandfather? You look about the same age as us, and I’m afraid you haven’t been practicing for long. Are you sure you can really do it?”

Her attitude was similar to that of the butler earlier.

However, this was a patient’s relative, so even if Olivia didn’t mind her skepticism, she was about to explain.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Isaac smiled apologetically at her and said, “I apologize, but my grandfather’s condition is quite severe. We have consulted renowned doctors from both domestic and foreign countries, but they were all helpless. My sister is just worried that after giving us hope, another disappointing doctor would appear. With so many instances like that, we naturally become cautious. Please don’t take it personally, Dr. Prescott.”

Upon finishing his words, Isaac turned his head sternly and glanced at Abigail, saying, “Dr. Prescott is here to treat our grandfather. How can you be so impolite? Apologize to Dr. Prescott.”

Reluctantly, Abigail averted her eyes and muttered softly, “I’m sorry.”

Initially, Olivia didn’t pay much attention, but upon hearing the apology, she smiled calmly at them, saying, “It’s alright. After all, he is your family, and it’s understandable that you have concerns. I completely understand.

However, when it comes to my abilities, you can rest assured. Although I’m young and don’t look like those seasoned doctors, I have studied many difficult and complicated cases abroad these years. While my experience may not match that of doctors who have been practicing for decades, I have absolute confidence in my abilities.”

Upon finishing her words, she took out a document from the bag she was carrying and handed it to Isaac, saying, “This is my resume from these years. Mr. Whitaker, you can take a look first and decide whether I am qualified to diagnose and treat Old Whitaker.”

Isaac didn’t expect her to be so well-prepared.

Although he reprimanded Abigail earlier, he still had some doubts about Olivia deep down.

However, the way she spoke with an air of certainty and her thorough preparation were enough to convince anyone.

With a sense of responsibility towards Old Whitaker and curiosity about Olivia, Isaac reached out to take the document.

But before he could touch the file, he saw a clearly articulated hand suddenly extend from his side, intercepting the document halfway…