Chapter 63: Promoted Director, You Have Quite Some Skills
She had been married to Joshua for three years. He was busy with work, and although she would personally prepare three meals a day and wait for him to come home to eat, opportunities to sit down and have a meal together like this were extremely rare.
Sometimes she would pack the food in thermal containers and deliver it to his office, but usually she couldn't even see him.
Having such a formal meal together, sitting face to face like this—it was so rare that it actually made her feel a bit uncomfortable.
Seeing that she wasn't eating, Joshua looked up at her and reminded her, "Eat."
Only then did Ava snap back to reality. She responded softly and started eating. Whether it was because of the restaurant's dishes or something else, every dish that came out suited Ava's taste perfectly, as if someone understood her preferences and had avoided all the things she disliked.
"Do you like it?"
"Not bad."
"By the way." She couldn't forget the main business even while eating. Ava planned to talk to Joshua today about Victor's condition. After all, it was he who had agreed to let her treat Victor, and Ava hadn't forgotten. "When will you take me to see Grandpa?"
Joshua put down his utensils, was silent for a moment, then asked, "When do you want to go?"
"As soon as possible. Grandpa's illness really can't be delayed. Last time I went to the Thomas Villa, you wouldn't let me see Grandpa. I could only confirm that his condition had worsened, but I'm not sure about his current symptoms, so I can't proceed with treatment."
"Tonight?"
Ava mentally reviewed her surgery schedule for this afternoon, confirmed there was no conflict, and nodded, "That works."
"Should I pick you up then?"
Ava raised an eyebrow and asked back, "Aren't you busy?"
"I have time for this!"
"..." Ava felt that Joshua had been quite free lately. She nodded. Having him pick her up to go to the Thomas Villa would help her avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble anyway, so she agreed.
"What time does the child get out of school?" Joshua's tone was calm, as if asking this question casually.
Ava's heart inexplicably trembled, and her gaze froze uncontrollably for two seconds.
No matter how calm his tone was, without a trace of malice, and no matter how many times Ava tried to convince herself, this matter was still like a thorn that couldn't be removed—whenever it was mentioned, Ava's heart would shudder.
Ava's expression changed, but she recovered quickly, lowering her head to pick up food, "Four-thirty."
Joshua didn't miss the tremor in Ava's eyes, but he didn't say anything more.
The two of them rarely had such a peaceful lunch together. Toward the end, Ava received a call from the hospital—a patient had an episode. She told Joshua and headed straight back to the hospital.
As soon as she arrived at the hospital, she was told that Hawk White wanted her to come to his office immediately. Ava frowned, "I have surgery."
"Mr. White said to have another doctor do it, and wants you to go to his office right away."
Ava's eyes flashed coldly. She continued with her pre-surgery preparations and said icily, "Do you think there's anything more important than a patient's life?"
The patient was already on the operating table and had been anesthetized. The surgery couldn't be stopped—no matter how urgent the matter, it would have to wait until she finished the surgery.
"But... hey, Dr. Davis..."
Ava walked into the medical staff passage without looking back.
Three hours later, the surgery was over.
Before Ava could catch her breath, the nurse who had called her before surgery came again, urgently telling her to go to Hawk's office.
After washing her hands, Ava raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, her voice a bit hoarse, "Got it."
Hawk's office.
Ava politely knocked on the office door. She knew Hawk was Thora's father, but Ava had no connection with him and rarely interacted with him at work. So it wasn't until Ava entered the office and saw the people inside that she roughly understood why she'd been summoned.
Ava's hands tightened slightly, but her face remained calm.
On the office sofa, Hawk sat in the middle with an authoritative air. Next to him was Dean. On a single sofa sat an elderly man with a cold expression—Ava had seen him before, at the Thomas family's place. This was Barry, the teacher Mia constantly bragged about. And quite coincidentally, Mia was also sitting there at the moment.
Their eyes met, and Mia smiled provocatively.
Everyone's gaze fell coldly on her in unison—it was another scene of a tribunal. Ava couldn't help but curl her lips sarcastically.
It seemed that before her position as director had even warmed up, someone was already getting anxious.
"Did you all need something from me?"
Her voice was flat, her expression cool. Seeing this setup, she acted as if she had no idea what was going on.
But she didn't ask what Hawk wanted—she asked what "you all" wanted.
Hawk's somber eyes stared quietly at Ava, his naturally authoritative face showing anger directed straight at Ava.
Ava's expression remained cool. She sat down on a single sofa to the side, elegantly crossing her legs, the corners of her mouth curving upward slightly. She looked as comfortable as if she were in her own home. That upward smile seemed harmless, but somehow it clashed with the tense atmosphere in the air.
Seeing her like this made them even angrier.
Ava glanced at the clock on the wall, wondering how much longer they planned to kill her with their stares. She blinked lightly and reminded them, "If you have something to say, say it quickly." She gestured to her watch. "Hurry up, I'm off work in ten minutes."
Their faces darkened, absolutely furious.
Couldn't she see what was going on? They had been waiting for her to finish surgery for so long, and finally she was done, but now she was thinking about getting off work. The meaning of her words was clearly: don't delay my leaving.
Hawk's brow furrowed deeply. Unhurriedly, he picked up his teacup, took a sip, then set it down heavily on the table with a loud noise, showing his displeasure.
Ava's expression remained flat, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised, but she showed no emotion.
"So you're Ava? Three months on the job, and you got Mr. Miller to promote you to director—quite capable, aren't you? Do you know that promotions in our hospital require evaluation and voting by department heads and the dean?"