He Watched Me Shine Without Him novel Chapter 100

"Of course," Charlotte agreed.

At the hospital.

Rose’s exam room remained empty. For someone who loved her work, the stillness was a heavy reminder of everything she’d lost. The silence weighed on her.

She got up and wandered into the hallway, where a crowd of patients was gathered outside Ethan’s office.

A flicker of envy crossed her eyes.

Nearby, a young woman sat slumped in a chair, pale and weary. Rose approached her gently. "What did Dr. Ethan say about your condition?"

"He said I’m dealing with stress and exhaustion. Gave me some meds for it," the girl replied flatly.

Rose frowned. "You don’t really look like someone with just stress and exhaustion. You seem dehydrated and run-down. Try drinking some hot honey lemon. It can help with the restlessness and trouble sleeping."

The girl yanked her hand away. "Why should I listen to you? I heard you messed up Madam Charlotte’s treatment. If you can’t do your job, don’t give advice."

Rose’s face flushed, but she still answered calmly. "Hot honey lemon costs very little and has almost no side effects. It’s worth a try."

The girl sneered. "If your skills aren’t good, who’d trust your advice?"

Rose fell silent.

At that moment, Ethan appeared in his white coat, all charm and confidence.

Spotting Rose, he smirked. "Dr. Marshall, it looks like you’ve got a lot of free time these days."

Rose shot him a cold glance and muttered, "Those patients used to trust me—until you got in their heads."

Ethan shrugged. "Patients have the right to choose their doctor, Dr. Marshall."

Frustration welled up inside her.

Her career had nearly been destroyed by Charlotte’s tantrum—and in medicine, a reputation was everything.

Just then, a wave of excitement rippled through the crowd.

"Wow, he’s gorgeous."

"Better looking than a celebrity!"

"How does anyone look that good?"

Rose turned toward the commotion. The crowd parted, forming a path as Houston strode through—tall and striking in a deep blue shirt and black suit, radiating effortless charisma.

He stopped in front of her and held up his appointment slip. "Dr. Marshall, I’m here for my follow-up."

A buzz of whispers filled the hall.

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