Not A Small Town Girl (Danielle and David) novel Chapter 6

Ethan's initial anxiety melted into amazement as he watched Danielle work. Her calm confidence and perfect attention to detail left him spellbound, eager to see what she would do next.

Danielle meticulously separated the cardiac adhesions from the sternum—the most challenging part of the surgery. She accomplished in thirty minutes what would take even Ethan several hours, leaving him stunned.

In the observation room, the doctors held their breath. One wrong move could damage the cardiac tissue or blood vessels, spelling disaster. Yet Danielle completed the separation flawlessly, preserving every vessel and tissue.

"How did she do that?"

"She made such a complex procedure look effortless."

"Who is she?"

Danielle's textbook-perfect suturing technique further humbled the assembled medical staff. By the end of the surgery, they were all shocked speechless. Danielle had literally pulled the patient back from death's door.

'I've got to learn her technique,' Ethan thought, watching her sew up the incision with a level of precision that seemed almost unreal.

His own professional pride took a hit—he'd always prided himself on being the best heart surgeon in the country, but this girl? She was in a whole other league.

"Transfer to recovery," Danielle instructed after washing up. Outside, the same doctors who'd dismissed her now crowded around admiringly—their earlier skepticism replaced by reverence.

Savannah lurked at the edges, her face twisted with jealousy. She couldn't believe it—that upstart had actually gotten lucky and saved the patient.

As the patient was wheeled out, doctors rushed to check his condition.

For the patient's recovery, the onlookers, who had gathered out of curiosity, began to clear out, leaving only Ethan and a few essential staff members.

"Has the family arrived?" Danielle asked, lifting her eyes.

"Ten minutes out," Ethan replied, gazing at her with undisguised admiration.

"He can move to standard care tomorrow. I'll leave post-op instructions." After that, she turned to leave.

"Wait!" Ethan called out eagerly. "Please—your name? Your technique is extraordinary. Would you consider teaching here?"

"Danielle Darling. We'll meet again," she replied coolly.

"At least wait for the patient's family. You saved Mr. Logan Charrington—his grandson will want to thank you personally," Ethan blurted out.

"Already received." With that cryptic response, she changed and left as swiftly as she'd arrived.

Moments later, an imposing procession approached. At its head strode a man under thirty, nearly six-foot-two, carrying himself with royal authority. His chiseled features betrayed no emotion.

"I need access to the Waywood Club auction. They're offering a Crimson Lily," she said casually.

"What do you need the Crimson Lily for? Want me to go with you?" Jason asked, studying her face.

"No need. Juniper will accompany me," Danielle replied coolly.

"Alright, I'll have someone send the invitation over later." Jason paused. "So... how did you suddenly become the Darling heiress?"

As her long-time employee, he was thrilled she'd found her real family, especially given how badly her adoptive parents had treated her. He just hoped the Darlings would be different.

Danielle gave Jason a brief overview of what had happened.

"By the way, when you have time, we need some new designs—since your parents cleared out our entire inventory," Jason said, looking at her hopefully.

She rubbed her temples, still processing how her creations had followed her home.

"I'll head out now. You'll have the new designs in a few days," Danielle said as she walked out of the office.

"Danielle, you're absolutely amazing!" Jason called after her. Her designs were a goldmine, selling out the moment they hit the shelves.