My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

The place where Majorie had her accident wasn’t too far from Foreverie Jewelry.

When Violet arrived at the scene, the ambulance hadn't arrived. Majorie stood by the car, clutching her waist, her face etched with frustration.

She glanced at Violet and spoke in a somewhat sulky tone, “Could you stay with me for a little longer? The ambulance hasn't arrived yet.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Violet, assessing Majorie’s condition, furrowed her brow. “What happened to you?”

Majorie pouted, “I twisted my waist and sprained my foot!”

Violet felt somewhat embarrassed. “Is it essential to call an ambulance for that?”

Hearing this, Majorie choked up a bit, her frustration still evident. “I’m in pain here!”

She then proceeded to recount Abel’s various misdeeds to Violet, saying, “You don’t even know how awful that guy is. If | ever see him again, I'll beat him so badly that he won’t recognize his parents!”

Violet felt somewhat helpless. “Maybe he’s a doctor. He’s not stu pid, and even if he wanted to take advantage, he wouldn’t do it in front of everyone.”

As Violet finished speaking, the driver serving as a background figure nearby nodded. hurriedly. “That gentleman is very kind. He had some urgent matter and had to leave. Otherwise, he would have surely accompanied this young lady to the hospital!” Violet gave Majorie a somewhat exasperated look. “Don’t get so worked up!”

Majoric pouted, her face filled with discomfort, as she unleashed a tirade of criticism against Abel, picking apart every aspect of him from head to toc.

When the ambulance finally arrived, Violet accompanied Majorie into the vehicle while the taxi driver patiently waited for the car dealership representatives to deal with the scratches on the car.

Even on the ambulance ride, Majoric couldn't resist venting her frustrations about Abel, exclaiming, ‘Do you know what he said to me? He accused me of trying to scam him. and dared to claim that | looked wealthy, insinuating that | shouldn’t be asking for money for the car. What kind of person is he?”

Violet couldn't help but chuckle and remarked, “I’d be quite curious to meet this person and see if he truly deserves all the criticism you’re showering him with!”

Listening to the taxi driver’s perspective, that person might not be as bad as Majorie

portrayed.

Majorie was about to sit up and further defend herself when she aggravated her injured. waist, causing her to grimace in pain.

She gritted her teeth and said, “I’m not exaggerating. I’m just telling it like it is. Being that good-looking, it’s a waste of a handsome face!”

Violet stole a glance at her, a mixture of amusement and exasperation dancing in her

eyes.

Without uttering another word, she looked at Majorie, and her smile faded, lost in her thoughts.

Majorie sensed the change in Violet's demeanor and inquired, “Violet, is there something bothering you?”

Reflecting on her recent encounter with Rose at the office, Violet shook her head. somberly, “No, not at all.”

Recognizing Violet's mood, Majorie decided not to press any further.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Violet secured a wheelchair for Majorie and escorted her to the orthopedic specialist.

During their ride in the ambulance, Majorie had received a scolding from the doctor, as her injuries were deemed not too severe. Majoric knew she had acted somewhat childishly and, as such, remained silent while the doctor offered her advice.

Violet arrived at the Orthopedic Department and was surprised to see Abel’s name on the signboard. She hadn't expected him to be on duty today.

Abel was primarily a cardiac surgeon with some expertise in orthopedics, but he typically worked in the Cardiac Surgery Department. Seeing his name in the Orthopedic Department was entirely unexpected for Violet..

She promptly helped Majorie with the registration process, mentioning that she knew

this doctor.

The nurse instructed them to wait inside one of the consultation rooms, saying, “Please wait a moment. Dr. Fuller will be with you shortly.”

Majorie couldn’t resist her curiosity and asked, “Is this doctor handsome? Or is he an older gentleman? How do you know him?” Violet rolled her eyes playfully, responding, “You're overthinking it. He’s in his twenties,

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quite good-looking, and a skilled doctor!”

Majorie looked at Violet with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. “Young, handsome, and highly skilled, huh? Are you sure this guy is as reliable as you claim?”

Violet raised an eyebrow and retorted, “Well, he’s the hospital director. Trust me, he’s reliable!”

In hospitals, someone only became a director with the qualifications and skills necessary for such a position.

Majorie pouted and remarked, “Reliable is all | need. Don’t be like that quack | ran into on the road today, claiming to be a doctor and getting handsy in broad daylight!”

As Majorie finished speaking, Abel appeared at the entrance to the Orthopedic Department.

He had overheard Majorie’s comments, but since she had her back turned to him, he didn’t pay much attention. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that her voice seemed oddly familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

He spotted Violet at once and greeted her with a faint smile. “Violet, what brings you here? Are you injured?”

Violet smiled and shook her head, “My friend has a back injury, so I’m here to accompany her.”

Upon hearing that voice, Majorie couldn't help but furrow her brow. Why did this. person’s voice sound so much like the scoundrel she encountered on the road?

She couldn't help but turn her head and found herself face to face with Abel, at strikingly handsome man.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, “It’s you?”

Abel’s countenance stiffened as he recognized Majoric, his brows knitting into a deep frown. “So, it’s you.”

Violet looked bewildered and inquired, “Do you two know each other?”

Majorie glared at Abel angrily and declared, “He’s the arrogant man | mentioned earlier, the one who harassed me in broad daylight on the street!”

Violet felt slightly uncomfortable, realizing that Majorie had brought some emotional baggage into this encounter and Abel might not be the person she had described.

Abel’s countenance darkened upon hearing Majorie’s words. “So, you’re suggesting that I’m the one who got all handsy in broad daylight?”

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Majorie shot him a piercing stare. “What's the matter with you? Are you denying it?”

Abel’s expression turned sour. “You've got it all wrong. | was tending to your injuries!”

Majorie held her head high, her gaze filled with fury. “You were laying hands on me!”

Abel was agitated. “You're completely unreasonable!”

Majorie retorted, “Who's being unreasonable here?”

Violet felt overwhelmed. This was her first time witnessing someone making Abel lose. his composure like this.

She quickly intervened, saying, “Hold on, can we please stop arguing for a moment?”

Majoric glared at Abel and huffed but complied with Violet's request..

Abel’s expression grew somewhat somber. Violet looked at him with a touch of helplessness. “Dr. Fuller, please don’t be angry. My friend probably didn’t mean any harm, maybe just a bit emotional...”

Majorie interrupted Violet Webb's words directly, feeling a bit agitated. “Who's getting emotional here? He was the one who targeted me first. | initially wanted to have a civil conversation with him, but he started spouting nonsense the moment he spoke!” Abel’s complexion darkened. “Who’s not conversing with some civility?”

Majorie, her neck rigid, shot back, “It’s you, no doubt!”

Violet, observing the mounting conflict, swiftly intervened. “Hold on! None of you talk for a spell. We'll sort this out one by one!” Majorie clenched her teeth. “Violet, is this the kind of good-looking, skilled doctor. were talking about? | reckon I'd be better off without treatment!”

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Violet placed her hand on Majorie’s shoulder, her tone less than pleased as she stated, “Hold your tongue for now. Let me figure out what's happening!”

Majoric pursed her lips and glanced at Violet, sensing a touch of irritation. She chose to remain silent.

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