Chapter: 898

Her position was secure, yet no promotion would elevate her to a managerial role. She aspired to achieve more than just being a hospital doctor.

Ideally, she dreamed of founding her own hospital and establishing it as a world-renowned institution.

Managing a hospital was far more challenging than managing a business, presenting a steep learning curve.

At Silver Boulder Private Hospital, Norah gained invaluable insights.

Now, at Concord Hospital, she was observing its management and development strategies "Actually, you don't need to come to Silverdale," Norah said earnestly to Sean. "This is a crucial phase in Susanna's treatment.

You should be with her in Glophia. Even though Phillip will be there, Susanna will miss you. She's just like a little girl who needs her loved ones close."

Norah smiled reassuringly and added, "I'll be back in just three months. There's no need for you to come here for me. Plus, with Nancy there, you'd be too worried about Susanna if you left."

Sean paused for a few moments before responding, “I'll come to Silverdale in a few days."

Norah felt helpless at his determination. "Alright, I just wanted to give you my advice. Ultimately, it's your decision."

“By the way, how's everything going with the Wilson family?" Norah inquired.

Sean detailed his recent interaction with the Wilson family. "I ran into Corrin at the hospital yesterday, and I rejected his proposal outright."

Engaging with Corrin had been a misstep, but Sean was able to halt further losses and handle the associated penalties.

"I understand," Norah responded. She realized that if Sean decisively ended the partnership, there would be no future collaborations with the Wilsons.

Unbeknownst to Norah, after Hadley returned home, she spoke of Corrin's family to Hank. Hank immediately presented Corrin with several multi-million-dollar projects, leaving him so pleased that he utterly forgot about the failed cooperation with the Scott Group.

After chatting for a while, Norah and Sean ended their call. It was past ten o'clock.

Gemma inquired, “Norah, should we turn out the light and go to bed now?"

“Yes. Okay." Norah tidied up the papers scattered on her bed and settled down. "Good night."

"Good night."

The lights went out, and the room was enveloped in darkness, filled only with the soft sound of their breathing.

“Norah, are you asleep?" Gemma's voice pierced the silence.

"Not yet. What's up?" Norah responded.

Gemma inhaled deeply, her grip tightening on the cover. "Nothing.

Wish you pleasant dreams.”

She felt a little awkward asking Norah if they were friends now, yet she was optimistic that their three months of living together would forge a friendship.