Page 13 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

I am also mad at Mother because she doesn't share my hatred. She still talks about him like she is still in love.

She remembers the holidays they spent together - his birthday and their anniversary - and even what my father wore the day they met.

I can only wonder if my father also remembers everything about Mother.

Every time Mother talks about him, I always listen because I think she needs someone to be there for her, but as the day goes by, I accept that I carry more sentiment for her than ever.

“About the other day…” Mother starts. “I am sorry I made it sound like you should be a gold digger.”

"Mom!" I respond. "I was just in over my head; I never meant to lash out at you like that."

“No,” she says. “I think we need to talk about it.”

I swallow, sitting up as Mother adjusts to sit closer to me. “I want a better life for you, for us.”

"I know, Mom," I reply, "but you can't keep pressuring me. I am taking my time, trying my best. I will be a senior resident doctor in a few months, which means more money for us."

I take Mother’s hand into mine. “I promise you,” I say, “that things will get better soon. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Mother nods. My phone starts to ring on the dressing table beside my bed. Mom leans in to take it for me. “It is Amelia,” she says, leaving the room and giving me space to talk to my best friend.

"Hey, baby!" I say, but Amelia's nervous voice asks me if I have heard of the new grouping at the hospital. "No, what's that?"

Amelia sighs over the phone. “Troy regrouped all the medical staff in the hospital. You have a new supervisor, sweetheart.”

I frown. Groups in the hospital consist of a supervisor, two junior surgeons, a senior resident doctor, and a nurse.

It is an initiative created by the hospital's board to bring the hospital's governing body closer to the staff.

Whatever happens with a patient goes to the supervisor, who directly takes the issue to the board.

Since I got to the hospital, I have been in the same group with Amelia, but she is calling to tell me that it has changed because Troy thought he should change it.

I refuse to wallow in the sad news of losing my precious medical group, and I ask the question roaming in my head, “Who is my new supervisor.”

Amelia takes a few seconds before she answers, “Troy Robinson.”

My eyes widen in surprise. I close my eyes, wanting all this to be a wild dream.

I don't accept it until I get to work the next day to see the grouping list.

"Are we still together in the group?" I ask Amelia.

I hope she will be in the same group as me, but she breaks the news.

“No, honey,” she says. “I was grouped under another supervisor.”

I let out a soft sigh. I may be in over my head, but I think this is a ploy of Troy’s to separate me from Amelia.

Unfortunately for him, my friendship with Amelia transcends being in a workgroup with her.

"I was thinking we could go to M and J this evening when you get off work," I say, "all expenses on me."

Amelia chuckles; she knows taking her out today is how I want to pay her back for always paying whenever we go out together.

“Okay,” she agrees.

"You can eat anything you want, no matter the price." I make her promise, but she laughs at how I decide her actions.

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