Chapter 9 I Don't Like Those Named Doyle

Todd was taken aback by the question. He thought for a moment before replying, "I don't think so... Maybe Dr. Kyte just doesn't want to see you..."

Before he could finish, he shivered subconsciously. When he looked up, as expected, he saw Dermot's dark face.

A jolt of fear shot through him. He shouldn't have said that...

"That's impossible!" he quickly asserted with conviction.

"Mr. Doyle, you are charming. No woman would dislike you. Dr. Kyte must be playing hard to get."

He was not flattering. After all, in Moris City, Dermot was indeed every woman's dream lover. No woman had treated him like Evelyn did, so he thought she was using this tactic to capture Dermot's attention.

But was that the truth?

A week later, Cassie was transferred from the ICU to a regular ward. When Evelyn came to do her rounds, Cassie was sitting up in bed, immersing herself in her phone, looking much better than before.

"How are you feeling today?" Evelyn asked routinely.

Seeing her, Cassie smiled, "I feel quite good."

Evelyn nodded, not surprised. "That's good. You should be able to go home in a few days."

After saying this, she was ready to leave, but at that moment, Cassie stopped her. "Dr. Kyte, do you have a moment?"

Evelyn frowned, asking, "What's up?"

"Well, I just want to have a word with you," she said softly, looking pitiable.

But in Evelyn's eyes, Cassie was no different from any other patient.

"I'm sorry, but I'm very busy," she declined.

"Just for a little while," Cassie said, looking at Evelyn expectantly.

Before Evelyn could refuse, the doctor accompanying her on the rounds interjected, "Dr. Kyte, no worries about the rounds. We can handle it."

Cassie was Dermot's lover, so they dared not offend her. They were also afraid that Dr. Kyte wasn't aware of Dermot's influence, which was why they suggested she stay.

Soon, everyone else left, leaving Evelyn alone in the ward.

Evelyn felt rather exasperated. She looked curiously at Cassie, who was lying on the bed. Her instincts told her that Cassie was up to no good.

She walked over and sat down on a chair beside the bed. "What do you want to talk about?"

"It's nothing really. I just wanted to thank you. If it weren't for you, I might have died," Cassie said, smiling innocently.

Evelyn remained expressionless, unmoved. "You don't need to thank me. I was just doing my job, and Dermot paid the medical fees."

And it was not cheap.

"I know. Dermot did a lot to save me, but regardless, you are my lifesaver." She looked so sincere. Evelyn almost doubted that she was being too cynical.

But soon, Cassie's next words confirmed Evelyn's suspicions.

"Dr. Kyte, you're so young. Do you have a boyfriend?" she asked.

Evelyn shook her head, staying silent, curious about what she was up to.

"What type of men do you like? I know quite a few talented young men. I can introduce you," she offered.

Evelyn remained silent, her gaze on Cassie getting cold.

Cassie hurriedly added, "Don't get me wrong. I just want to show my gratitude."

Then, she abruptly asked, "What do you think of Dermot?"

With that, she stared intently at Evelyn, trying to read her expression.

Evelyn couldn't help but laugh. So that was her worry.

"Ms. Ackers, don't test me. I'm not interested in Dermot." It seemed Dermot hadn't given Cassie enough love, otherwise, why would she feel so insecure?

Dermot was such a jerk!

"Dr. Kyte, I... I didn't mean that," she said, looking aggrieved.

Just as Evelyn was about to speak, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Dermot walked in. "What are you talking about?"

"Dermot, hello." Seeing him, Cassie immediately smiled, "I was asking Dr. Kyte what kind of men she likes. We can introduce her to some of the talented young men we know."

Hearing this, Dermot darkened his face, feeling somewhat frustrated. "Dr. Kyte is so capable. She doesn't need your help with that."

"You're right." Cassie nodded. But she still didn't want to give up and turned to Evelyn. "But Dr. Kyte, at least you can tell me what kind of men you don't like. Then, we can avoid introducing someone like that to you."

Evelyn glanced at Dermot and said flatly, "I don't like those named Doyle."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly.

Dermot stared at Evelyn as if he wanted to kill her. "Give me a reason."

"A fortune teller once told me that those named Doyle would bring me bad luck." She was telling the truth. They divorced without seeing each other for two years.

The atmosphere in the ward became oppressively tense. Cassie felt like she was suffocating. "Dr. Kyte, is there some misunderstanding between you and Dermot?"

Even she could sense Evelyn's hostility toward Dermot. But she didn't know why.

"Don't overthink. I just want to avoid bad luck," she said.

"Dr. Kyte, did you hear the gossip?" Cassie continued, trying to defend Dermot, "Dermot did get divorced, but it wasn't his fault. His ex-wife is a crude bumpkin. He's out of her league, so their divorce was inevitable. Dr. Kyte, please don't hold that against Dermot."

Obviously, Cassie looked down on Dermot's ex-wife. She would never know that the woman she scorned was standing right in front of her and had just saved her life.

Evelyn scoffed in her heart, looking up at Dermot. "Mr. Doyle, is that how you see your ex-wife as well?"