Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband
Chapter 179 Who Is the Biological Child?

Chapter 179 Who Is the Biological Child?

Cora felt lost as she carried the thermos to Flora's ward.

"Cora, why are you here at this hour?"

Today, Flora seemed to be in a good mood, but her expression changed when she saw the thermos in Cora's hand.

"Why is this thermos here? Did Dr. Yoris finish the porridge and ask you to bring it back? By the way, did she say if she liked the porridge?”

Cora slammed the thermos onto the bedside cabinet and bluntly stated, "She didn't drink the porridge. She didn't even care. And she told me to tell you not to visit her office for no reason in the future!”

Cora's tone clearly carried a hint of anger.

She felt that Flora's actions made her look bad in front of Jane.

But Flora, instead of realizing her fault, accused Cora.

Cora's confusion was evident as she retorted, "Dr. Yoris is always calm and wouldn't do that. It's you who doesn’t want me around, isn't it? You must be jealous and deliberately stopped her from drinking the porridge, so you took the thermos back.”

"You've only met her a few times, so why would you make porridge for her and defend her? You've never been this nice to me! Am I your daughter, or is Dr. Yoris your daughter?”

Cora felt wronged, and she couldn't help but question.

She hoped that Flora would come and comfort her, telling her that she was only being nice to Jane because of her help.

Even if Flora just told a white lie, it would be a comfort for Cora.

Because Cora had always wanted to be close to Flora, and she eagerly hoped to receive maternal love from Flora. But Flora always kept her distance and rarely said anything warm to her.

Just like now, Cora wished Flora would soothe her with a few words.

But Flora didn't say anything, and her expression was panicked as if some undisclosed truth had been revealed.

Those expressions made Cora want to delve into the truth, but at that moment, Flora fainted. Suddenly, Cora's doubts and confusion were replaced by panic, and she quickly called the doctor and nurses...

After a series of examinations and treatments, Flora fell asleep peacefully.

"Cora, Mrs. Flora Lane is not in a stable mental condition. It would be better to wait until she recovers and seeks psychiatric treatment before talking to her."

After examining Flora, Matt advised Cora with great concern.

In fact, those in the Department of Medicine who were familiar with Cora knew that her relationship with her mother was strained. During their school days, it was common to see Flora causing scenes at the school, urging Cora not to pursue a career in medicine. As time passed, Flora reluctantly accepted Cora's choice but began to meddle in her elective courses.

These teachers and mentors had been witnessing Cora's struggles along the way and understood the difficulties she faced.

"I understand, Matt." Cora leaned against the wall and closed her eyes wearily.

Even though she wanted to delve into the meaning behind Flora's expression just now, she didn't have the mood for it at the moment.

"Forget it," Cora thought to herself, "I'll sort things out once she recovers.”

Maybe because they all knew that Cora was feeling down, Sally, Tyler, and Matt sent her messages when they finished work, asking if she wanted to have dinner together.

This warmed Cora's fading heart, so she invited them all to dinner together.

Byron sent her a message, saying: [I'm going to attend a jewelry exhibition, so I'll come later.]

Cora sensed that attending jewelry exhibitions wasn't quite Byron's thing, so she inquired: [Who are you going with? Your fiancée?]

[Yes, are you jealous?] Byron's reply came quickly.

Besides the heartache of her heart being torn apart, Cora also felt a pang of anxiety as if her inner thoughts had been uncovered.

So she quickly replied: [Why would I be jealous? She's the one who would be your wife.]

However, Byron didn't seem to believe it and called her directly.

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