Vivian Hayes was not in the mood to deal with her, but considering she was her primary surgeon, she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes: "Thank you, Dr. Moore."
"It's my duty as a doctor, Miss Hayes, there's no need to thank me."
Seraphine Moore left the ward, closed the door, and with the heart-wrenching cry coming from inside the room, her fingers trembled slightly.
Now that this crisis was over, she didn't know whether to be happy or relieved.
Taking a deep breath, Seraphine Moore returned to her office, and on her way past the nurse's station, she asked the nurse on duty, "Sasa, where's the young girl who brought Miss Hayes in last night?"
Sasa Clinton shook her head, "She must have left. The more I think about it, the more familiar she looks. Do you know who she is?"
Her face was full of mysterious excitement.
Seraphine Moore's heart jumped, could she be someone important?
She asked calmly, "Is she more famous than Miss Hayes?"
