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Pointing at him, Derek exclaimed, “Have you lost your mind?” As he spoke, his gaze shifted to a woman among
the onlookers. He fell silent.
The delivery man taunted him, “Go on, say it. You drive a BMW. | assumed you were wealthy, but it turned out
you're not.”
Norah watched with a complex expression. She hadn't expected to encounter Derek and Coen here. Since their
divorce, her view of Derek had only worsened. He used to never argue over money like this in public.
“Norah!” Derek called out her nloudly.
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Coen looked up and recognized the familiar face in the crowd. “We have a doctor right here. She can examine
you immediately.”
Derek pointed to Norah, presenting her to everyone gathered. “You can’t just point at someone and declare
they're a doctor, especially not a woman.”
The delivery man glanced at Norah and mocked, “You say she’s a doctor. Then | might as well claim I'm a
scientist. Anyone can claim anything!”
His comment earned nods of agreement from the crowd. Norah glanced at Derek impatiently and asked, “What
does this have to do with me?”
Derek grinned with a cheeky bravado. “Since we used to be a couple, you owe it toto help out when I'm in
trouble.” Coen stayed silent, tacitly approving Derek's behavior. The bystanders finally grasped that Derek and
Coen were husband and wife.
“Shon you!” one onlooker exclaimed. “You hit the man and then have your ex-wife pretend to be a doctor to
avoid paying for the examination. It's disgusting.”
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“Just call the police. That driver is way too arrogant,” another added.
“Isn't that Dr. Wilson from Concord Hospital?” a curious voice in the crowd asked. “I remember her. | went to the
emergency department once when | was sick. Dr. Wilson treated me. She’s an excellent doctor.”
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“Yes, I've been treated by her too. She's very beautiful,” another agreed.
As more people recognized Norah, whispers about her identity spread among the onlookers.
Derek, undeterred, turned to Norah with a grin. “Norah, sweetie, can you doa favor?”
He knew that if Norah could verify the man wasn’t injured, he could save fifty thousand dollars. His attitude
turned overly pleasant.
Upon hearing the word “sweetie,” Norah's revulsion intensified. She said with a frown, “Mr. Carter, we aren't
even friends. | dare you to stop calling‘sweetie’.”
Her words were sharp, filled with contempt.
Norah rarely felt such intense dislike for someone, but Derek had earned it.
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