Not A Small Town Girl (Danielle and David) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23-1

Danielle felt a little awkward, unsure how to respond. She and David had only just met and weren’t particularly close yet. Still, it was obvious her parents and Logan were eager to see them married as soon as possible.

"Danielle, when you were kidnapped, it was a terrible blow to your grandparents and parents. You must have gone through so much all those years," Logan said, his voice heavy with emotion. "We’re just so happy to have you back now."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Now that you’re back with the Darling family, it’s a shame your grandparents are still in the hospital. If it weren’t for you saving my life, I might not even be here today." Logan’s eyes grew misty as he spoke.

Danielle was about to respond, but Logan pressed on, "You’ve been through so much already. From now on, the Charrington family will take even better care of you. David may seem cold, but deep down, he’s a good man."

"I don’t even use it that much," Logan muttered, knowing he was in the wrong.

Logan had recently developed a habit of staying up late scrolling through short videos on his phone. He was more addicted than any young man, completely ignoring the fact that he was recovering from surgery.

"Here. I made this medicine myself. It’s mainly for heart health," Danielle said, pulling out a small bottle.

Logan’s eyes widened. "Danielle, you can even make your own medicine, huh?" He was stunned. To him, it felt like there was nothing Danielle couldn’t do. He glanced at David, suddenly worried Danielle might find David lacking in comparison.

Meanwhile, David seemed entirely unfazed, unaware that Logan was silently berating him.

"Danielle, you’re incredible. I’ll make sure to take it on time," Logan said enthusiastically. "By the way, do you think I can be discharged now?" He was getting stir-crazy in the hospital.

"You can leave, but only if you promise to rest and stay off your phone," Danielle replied, her tone firm but kind.

"Okay, I’ll listen to you," Logan agreed quickly, his face lighting up at the thought of finally going home.

Danielle gave him a small smile and let the matter drop.

Outside the room, whispers and chatter filled the hallway as doctors and nurses exchanged observations about the pair.

"Mr. Charrington is so tall and handsome. Plus, he’s well-educated and from such a prestigious family," one nurse gushed.

"Did you see the girl with him? She’s stunning! That skin, those legs-she looks like she stepped right out of a movie," another added, unable to hide her admiration.

"Mr. Charrington and that young lady make such a striking couple."

"I’ve seen her before. She was the lead surgeon for Logan’s operation."

"What are you all chatting about instead of working?" Savannah’s sharp voice interrupted as she approached.

The nurses quickly greeted her. "Good morning, Dr. Watson. We just saw Mr. Charrington go into Logan’s room with a young lady. You know her- she’s the one who performed Logan’s surgery."

"Nathan, is the discharge paperwork ready?" David asked coolly, cutting through the tension.

"Yes," Nathan replied respectfully. "Everything’s set. Logan is cleared to leave."

Savannah’s eyes narrowed. "Mr. Charrington, your grandfather just had surgery. It’s better if he stays for observation a little longer," she said, trying to maintain a professional front.

Logan, now visibly annoyed, retorted, "My grandson and future granddaughter-in-law have already approved my discharge. Why are you trying to argue?"

Faced with Logan’s sharp tone, Savannah clammed up, though her eyes flashed with jealousy and hostility toward Danielle.

Danielle sighed internally, ’What’s her problem? She caused a scene during surgery, and now, she’s at it again.’

"Logan, let’s get going," Danielle said gently, stepping forward to help him. She didn’t want him getting worked up over Savannah’s attitude.

Logan’s mood instantly lifted as he smiled at Danielle. "Alright, let’s go."

The group left the room together, leaving Savannah behind. She stood there, fuming. Her frustration bubbled over as she stomped her foot.