No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 849

She nodded at me, her eyes warm and reassuring. "Don't worry, the baby is doing wonderfully. I'll check back in a little later."

Fanny left my room and made her way to the director's office. As she stepped inside, she was greeted by the sight of the director and someone else seated on the couch.

Her breath hitched for a moment—she hadn’t expected to see Yates there.

But she quickly regained her composure, offering a polite, "Director, Yates."

Hearing his name from her lips sent a sharp twinge through Yates's chest. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to say her name aloud.

"Dr. Willis, come on over," the director beckoned warmly.

Fanny settled into a seat, while the director’s gaze flicked between them. "Dr. Willis, you already know Yates, so no further introductions necessary. What I want to highlight is Yates's new research breakthrough: fetal heart correction during pregnancy. Yates has chosen our hospital for the pilot program, and Dr. Willis, you'll be collaborating with him."

Fanny was already acquainted with this research. Yates had mentioned it to her before, though he hadn't initially planned to launch it in this country, let alone collaborate with her. It was hard for her to believe there wasn't a personal motive behind his change of plans.

Nonetheless, this breakthrough could help countless families with unborn babies needing heart corrections. Despite their personal history, working together was feasible.

"Sure, I'll fully support Yates with this," Fanny replied, nodding slightly in his direction.

The director clapped his hands in approval. "Dr. Willis, I'll leave Yates in your capable hands."

With that, he excused himself, leaving Yates and Fanny alone. Yates broke the silence first, "Fanny, I'm back."

Fanny said nothing, keeping her emotions in check. Yates continued, "I've been messaging you, but you never replied."

"Of course, if it's Yates's work, it must be top-notch," Fanny replied, a hint of irony in her voice.

Yates grinned awkwardly. "Are you teasing me, Fanny?"

"Do I seem like the type?" she countered, meeting his gaze.

Though months had passed, he hadn’t changed much, making her feel as if time had never separated them.

Yates’s eyes fell on a scar on Fanny's neck, and concern flared. "Fanny, what happened to your neck?"

His hand instinctively reached out, but before he could touch her, a deep, cool voice called out from nearby, "Seven."