Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love

Without saying anything, Nancy lowered her head and took off her white gown.

It was not that she didn't want to say it, but she thought that what she had said was enough.

As much as she wanted to be with Charles, being with him was just impossible

Without waiting for Nancy to reply, Charles went out and left dejectedly.

"Wow, Dr. Nancy, you didn't even get a wink the whole night! I really do admire you for your dedication!" Jessie said sarcastically as she crossed her arms and leaned against the door. Nancy thought it best to ignore her and didn't say a word.

"I really admire your ingenuity. In order to set up the Second Pediatric Department, you even made Mr. Landon, who was already so old, be confined in the Pediatric Department. You really are something. I'm clapping my hands for you!"

Jessie continued to applaud, not taking Nancy's indifference into consideration and continued on her tirade.

When Nancy finished changing her clothes, she finally got fed up by Jessie's nagging and faced her head on. "Director Jessie, are you done criticizing me?"

"Why are you mad? I was only telling the truth. Dr. Nancy, if you're not guilty, then you shouldn't be so angry. You're just mad because I am right, am I not?" Jessie had loathed Nancy ever since she started working at the hospital. This time, she felt that Nancy deliberately had Landon confined under the Pediatric Department so she could show off her connections. After all, the Fang family was a prestigious family in this city and it would be beneficial to be associated with them.

She thought that Nancy only got to where she was because of her connections. It was the opposite of Jessie's plight, who, without a strong backing, had no one to rely on but herself.

She had thought about it over and over, but she couldn't comprehend why everyone would dote on Nancy.

But the bottom line was, Jessie was just so jealous of Nancy.

"How about I send Mr. Landon over to your department and let you take care of him? Would that shut you up?" Nancy had already figured out what kind of person Jessie was. If you gave her an inch, she would take a miles. The more she was tolerated, the more complacent she would be and would think people were afraid of her. But this time, Nancy had no patience to tolerate her any longer.

"Director Jessie, there's a patient who wants to see you! " Erin came over, trying to ease the growing tension and drove Jessie away.

When she entered Ward No. 12 just now, she heard a patient groaning. The patient was looking for a doctor and seemed to be in great pain. Since Ward No. 12 was under her department, the nurse approached Director Jessie.

"Humph, you are nothing but trouble with a capital T!" Jessie smugly said before leaving in a huff.

"Doctor Nancy, did she bully you again?" Erin asked with concern in her eyes.

Nancy shook her head and patted the nurse on her shoulder. "It's best if you stay away from her. Director Jessie is too narrow-minded. To put it bluntly, she is the kind of person who would bully anyone who is weaker than her, but would fear those who are stronger. We have to stand up and be strong. That way, she will be dispirited and not bully us!"

"Yes, I know her as well. Dr. Nancy, you can do it! We support you!" Erin said and gave Nancy a thumbs up to cheer her up and show support.

"It's best if we cheer for us together!" Nancy replied and gave her a hug.

Out of the blue, Nancy heard a familiar voice, "Are you not done yet?" After leaving, Charles wandered around aimlessly. When his mind cleared a little, he decided to come back to pick Nancy up. But when he came back, he was surprised to see two women hugging each other.

Why was it so difficult for her to hug him, when she could freely give it to others without restrictions?

The thought made Charles jealous.

"Huh, Mr. Fu is here?" The nurse made a face and stuck out her tongue then left in a hurry.

"How is Mr. Landon?" Nancy asked worriedly.

"He's okay now and is sleeping soundly. Sarah and Jay are both with him. But Mr. Landon still has some cough occasionally," Charles said after thinking fora while.

"I'll ask the nurse to give him some medicine to stop the cough." Nancy told Erin, "Erin, please give Mr. Landon some cough medicine."

"Okay, I'll bring it to him," replied Erin, and went to the ward to administer it.

"Come with me. Let's have breakfast together," said Charles while looking at Nancy and trying to coax her at the same time.

"Don't you think there's already too much gossip about us going around?" Having said that, she walked out of the room, every step as heavy as her heart. She walked towards the elevator. When the door was about to close, Charles squeezed himself in and entered as well.

"How about we go home and I'll cook for you?" Charles said, his voice pleading.

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she wouldn't have, in a thousand years, believed that Charles would cook for her by himself.

At this moment, he was nothing like a domineering CEO, but a househusband willing to cook for his wife.

Just thinking about how absurd it would look made her laugh secretly.

They walked out of the elevator together. In order not to attract attention from the passersby, Charles stopped the car far from the hospital. "Please get in the car, my lovely great Doctor Nancy." Charles opened the door of the passenger seat for Nancy with a big smile on his face.

She let go of her apprehensions and got in the car without any hesitation.

On their way to Nancy's apartment, they passed by a market on the way.

When he was about to stop, he saw that Nancy had fallen asleep while leaning against the car seat.

He gazed at her face quietly for a while, his heart softened by the deep emotions this woman could stir up in him.

She was even more stubborn than him. She could stop working and just rely on him her entire life, but she wouldn't. She would rather spend all her time and energy in the hospital, working as hard as she could.

Was this the kind of life that she wanted? Sometimes, he couldn't understand why she would choose a difficult life of hard work.

He went to the supermarket on his own and bought the food needed for Nancy's favorite dishes-chicken wings, vegetables and crayfish.

"Hey, isn't he Mr. Charles Fu? What could possibly bring him here?" asked a woman curiously when she glanced at him.

"Don't talk nonsense. Why would Mr. Fu come here to buy food?"

"Maybe that person just looks like Mr. Fu."

People were nosily gossiping about his presence, but Charles ignored them and didn't explain himself.

After getting the food he needed, he put them in the trunk and continued to drive back to Nancy's apartment.

When the car arrived at her apartment, he looked at her and saw that she was still sound asleep.

He didn't have the heart to wake her up and just let her continue sleeping. He waited for a while, but there was no sign of her waking up anytime soon.

So he carried her upstairs, all the while feeling her warmth and listening to her breathing.

They were so close to each other, yet so far away. The feelings they had for each other was something they had to hide to the world, making it unreachable. He really hated this feeling of being helpless and defeated.

When they reached her apartment, he opened the door and took Nancy directly to her room. He lifted the quilt and placed her tenderly on the bed.

Then, he kissed her sweetly on the cheek before turning away. He proceeded towards the kitchen and started cooking.

When Nancy woke up, it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Disoriented, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and sniffed. To her surprise, she smelled the aroma of food being cooked. Who could it be? Charles? But why would he still be here?

She immediately got out of bed and went to the kitchen while still pondering as to who was in her kitchen. Flabbergasted, she saw Charles cooking. It was said that a man wearing an apron could be provocative.

She stood at the door while admiring him and looked at him affectionately.

Perhaps feeling her gaze, Charles turned around and was about to come out to greet her

"You're awake now?" Charles asked her.

Nancy stretched herself slightly and answered, "Yes, I am."

She strode towards the dining table, took a chicken wing and put it in her mouth. "Wow, it smells good. I think you have improved on your cooking skills. This tasted better than before." "Thank you. I'm flattered by your praise." Nancy could sense a touch of self-mockery in his voice.

"Don't say that..." She didn't know how to explain herself, so she washed her hands and sat at the table to eat quietly.

When he saw that she was gobbling down the food as if she had been starved, he smiled with satisfaction.

It seemed that by only looking at her, she could already make him happy and release the dark clouds surrounding him.

"Eat some more." Just as he just finished his words, they could hear Nancy's phone ringing.

She picked it up looked at the screen. The caller was Jay.

Knowing he wouldn't call her up for no reason, she answered the phone in a hurry.

Before she could open her mouth to inquire, she heard him talking anxiously,

"Nancy, come here quickly. There seems to be something wrong with the medicine Grandpa has taken. He seems to have taken an extra bottle and might have overdosed. His heart is beating very fast now. We are at a loss as to what to do!"

"How could this have happened?" asked Nancy in bewilderment. Absentmindedly, she dropped her chopsticks and they fell on the ground.

"What's wrong? Has something happened?" he asked Nancy apprehensively when he saw her bloodless pale face.