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Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 203

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Chapter 203 What's going on? novel Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

This time Filip didn't give an inch and let Starry take him back to the office.

After breakfast, Filip said goodbye to Starry straight away.

The driver is downstairs, no need for Starry to send.

After Filip left, Starry was left alone in the villa.

She began to like the empty silence a little less. Starry went upstairs to get a thin jacket and then also went out the door.

It was still early, and Doctor Atkins had not yet arrived when she arrived at the clinic.

The receptionist made her a cup of Biloxi. Starry doesn't like coffee, and at this point in time, apparently, she had just come over for breakfast, and hot milk was not appropriate.

I can see that the lady at the front desk is still very attentive.

Starry said thank you, and just as he looked up, he saw Doctor Atkins coming through the door.

Doctor Atkins saw her too: "Miss Bradley?"

Starry took a sip of tea, got up and walked over, "Doctor Atkins, good morning."

Doctor Atkins smiled a little, "Good morning."

Starry followed Doctor Atkins into her consulting room. At this hour, the hospital was not yet full of patients.

Doctor Atkins sat her down while wearing his white coat: "You look well today, how did you sleep last night?"

"It's pretty good."

Starry's voice was a little muffled as he spoke, and Doctor Atkins' hand flipped through his chart for a moment: "What, a cold?"

"Well, I accidentally got caught in the rain two days ago."

Doctor Atkins heard Starry's words and sensed that something was wrong. Starry is a full-time writer and works at home by herself every day, she doesn't like rainy days and hardly ever goes out in the rain, but now she says she accidentally got wet.

"So careless, did you see a doctor?"

Doctor Atkins didn't ask why, just talked like a family man, chatting and occasionally asking a critical question or two.

Starry also tried to relax herself and answered whatever Doctor Atkins asked her.

Half an hour down the line, Doctor Atkins frowned down a bit.

Starry's situation is not much better, she is now like a time bomb, when to explode, but no one knows.

Doctor Atkins looked at Starry's past medical history on the computer and ran her index finger back and forth over the mouse scroller several times before she spoke, "Are you sure you don't want to try hospitalization?"

Starry was stunned for a moment, "I don't want too many people to know."

If she was hospitalized, there would be no way to completely hide it from Izabella and the girls.

Maybe they already know now, but at least it's not out in the open, and she can still pretend nothing has happened.

"In your case, I would still recommend hospitalization."

Starry shook her head, "I still don't want to be hospitalized."

Doctor Atkins sighed, "Starry, we've known each other for so many years, and you're the most special of all my patients, and I hope you'll always be okay."

Doctor Atkins said, after a pause, "I'll keep you on the prescription, and you'll come to see me twice a week starting this week, okay?"

"Good."

From the hospital, Starry did not drive away immediately.

It's a beautiful day, May is here, summer is looking to come, and the wind is blowing over all gentle.

But the assessment she did today turned out to be bad, and Starry knew she had gone back to that dead end.

She folded up the diagnosis and put it inside her bag, raised her hand and pulled her hair up, before driving back to the villa.

In the afternoon, Austin brought some people with her, saying that Filip had arranged workers for her.

Starry also remembered this morning, Filip said about the glass flower house, "Thanks a lot, Austin."

"It's nothing, I'm just bringing people over."

She smiles, casually hooking her bottle and smiling sideways at Izabella.

Izabella pressed the photo button and thought it would be a shame not to send it out to the sun.

She asked Starry, and after getting Starry's permission, she posted the photo on her friend circle.

But a few minutes, Izabella friends circle dynamic has 99 +.

At this time, Filip, who was coming out of the dinner, swiped the photo of Starry sent by Izabella, and he thumbed it, but in half a second, saved the photo.

Starry naturally does not know these things, she and Izabella in the courtyard in the night breeze to stay until 11 pm, both have a sleepy feeling before returning to the villa.

The next day was Monday, and after Starry dropped Izabella off at the office, he went to see Doctor Atkins.

Probably because of the recent good weather, she slept well and looked better, and Doctor Atkins praised her for her good condition.

An hour later, Starry came out of the hospital.

Just after she came out, she received a call from Catherine.

"Starry, something's happened to Edward, do you want to come over?"

Starry's face changed slightly: "What's wrong?"

"The horse got spooked during the shoot and Edward fell off the horse."

Catherine didn't say exactly, but Starry guessed that Edward's injury was unclear: "I know I'll fly over this afternoon."

"Okay, I'll arrange for someone to pick you up."

"No, I'll go straight from the airport to the hospital."

"That's fine."

After hanging up the phone, Starry drove straight back to the villa.

She was in a hurry and naturally did not see Lucia sitting inside the black car across the road.

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