No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 854
Fanny had just finished with her last patient and was about to take a sip of her coffee when she heard a sharp knock on her
office door.
She swallowed hard and called out, "Come in!"
As the door swung open, Fanny's eyes widened in surprise. "Mom, what on earth are you doing here?"
"I'm here for a check-up!" Joie's tone was as sharp as cheddar cheese.
Fanny glanced over her mom's shoulder, searching for another familiar face.
"Joie, where's Uncle Bob? Didn't he come with you?"
"Your sign outside says 'No Men Allowed,' doesn't it?" Joie's retort made Fanny chuckle despite herself. "That doesn't apply to
Uncle Bob."
"What, he's not a man now?" Joie was clearly in a feisty mood.

Fanny quickly pieced it together. Her mother had been nagging her to come home for a family dinner, but Fanny had been
dodging calls and making excuses. So, Joie had decided to take matters into her own hands.
"Mom, I'm in the middle of work. Can we do this later? I'll come by after my shift," Fanny tried to reason with her.
Joie slapped a registration slip onto the desk with a flourish. "Check it out. I signed up fair and square. No back doors, just
business."
Sighing, Fanny slipped into her professional role, clearing her throat. "Alright, then. What seems to be the problem?"
"Everything's the problem," Joie replied, crossing her arms defiantly.
"Mom, I'm an OBGYN. If it's not in my department, I might have to refer you elsewhere," Fanny suggested, hoping to steer her
mother away.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm consulting with Dr. Willis right here," Joie insisted, slamming her palm on the desk for emphasis.
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The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of Joie's determination. Fanny realized she wasn't going to talk her way out of this
one and pleaded, "Mom, you're holding up the queue. There are other patients waiting." sŵnovel

And she wasn't lying; the waiting room was indeed filling up.
"See me first, then move on to them. I know how dedicated you are to your work," Joie said, a hint of desperation in her voice.
Fanny felt a headache brewing. Her mom could be as unstoppable as a freight train when she set her mind to it. The only person
who might sway her was Uncle Sinclair. Though younger by a couple of decades, Joie always listened to her brother.
With that thought, Fanny discreetly typed a quick text to her uncle: "SOS, Uncle Sinclair!"
Just as she sent it, Joie snapped, "What are you doing on your phone? Is that how you treat your patients? Put it down, or I'll file
a complaint."
Ah, the joys of family.
Reluctantly, Fanny set her phone aside, missing Sinclair's immediate response of a lone question mark.
"You say you're feeling unwell. Let's start with a basic exam," Fanny suggested, typing out an order for tests with practiced
efficiency.
"You're not even going to ask me questions first? Is this how you operate, just racking up the bills for more tests? Trying to
squeeze out moreCommission, are you?" Joie accused, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Fanny rolled her eyes. "Mom, you know making false accusations is serious. I could sue for defamation."
"Go ahead, call the cops," Joie shot back, clearly ready for a showdown.
Fanny was about to reach her wit's end when her phone rang.
"Can I take this call, dear patient?" Fanny asked Joie, already reaching for her phone, hoping for a lifeline.