Seeing Yvonne remain silent, Jessica’s smile turned a touch apologetic. “I’m afraid I put Mrs. Hamilton in an awkward spot. I just wanted so much to be friends, I hope I wasn’t out of line.”
With that, Jessica gracefully offered both herself and Yvonne a way out of the awkwardness.
But her words only made Yvonne seem even more passive and cornered.
Yvonne managed a faint, polite smile. “Oh, Dr. Moore, I think you’re overthinking things. I’m just a bit slow to warm up to new people, and most of my time these days is spent with Marico. Even if we exchanged contacts, I doubt I’d have the time to chat. Besides, taking care of Grandma is my top priority right now. The rest can wait.”
She didn’t want to ignore the topic altogether, for fear that Grandma Hamilton might think she didn’t want children and be upset by it. So Yvonne brought up the need for the couple to nurture their relationship as an excuse.
After all, what grandparent doesn’t wish for their family to be happy and complete?
Her tone was calm and measured, and even though there wasn’t a single designer label on her, Yvonne’s quiet poise and graciousness handled the moment perfectly.
Jessica’s smile faltered just a little, realizing that Yvonne’s soft but unassailable response had made her seem a little too pushy.
“Grandma Hamilton, I really envy you,” Jessica gushed, her voice dripping with sweetness. “Now I understand why Mr. Hamilton wants to keep your granddaughter-in-law all to himself—he doesn’t want to share such a treasure with the world.”
Her words sounded perfectly admiring, but Yvonne, ever perceptive, caught the barb beneath the compliment.
Their marriage hadn’t been made public. To outsiders, it was as if Marico were hiding her away.
While Jessica quietly packed up her medical bag, her smile remained perfectly in place.
“Well then, I won’t keep you any longer. I’ll go update the staff on Grandma Hamilton’s condition.” With a gentle nod, Jessica excused herself.
Just before she turned away, she let her gaze linger on Marico for a long moment.
Once outside, the warmth in her smile faded, replaced by something colder and more calculating.
Back inside, Grandma Hamilton rubbed her knee with satisfaction. “That Dr. Moore really does have a gift—my joints feel so much better after just a bit of her magic touch.”

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