Chapter 67 Do your job!

Chapter 67 Do your job!
records one last time. Her fingers moved methodically over the papers, double-checking every detail before the surgery. 
No matter who the patient was, she would never allow personal feelings to affect her professionalism.
Just as she reached for her pen to sign off on the final preparations, a sharp click echoed through the room.
The door swung open.
April barely glanced up, assuming it was a nurse. “Is everything ready for the surgery?” she asked without looking.
But no response came.
Instead, an unsettling silence filled the room.
Her brow furrowed as she lifted her head.
And then she froze.
Standing before her, with the same smug, calculating expression she had grown up despising, was her father— Mr Harrington.
Her grip tightened around the pen as she slowly straightened in her chair.
For years, she had imagined this moment. Seeing him again. Facing the man who had never treated her as a daughter, who had discarded her without a second thought.
Yet, nothing could have prepared her for the overwhelming wave of emotions crashing down on her.
Anger. Disgust.
Hatred.
Mr. Harrington took a slow step forward, his sharp eyes scanning the office with mild curiosity. 
“Well, well,” he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk. “I must say, I’m impressed.”
April remained silent, watching him warily.
“You, a doctor? A surgeon?” He chuckled, shaking his head as if the idea was laughable. “Now that’s something I never expected.”
April’s hands curled into fists under the desk. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice clipped.
Mr. Harrington ignored her question, his eyes still roaming the room. “I must admit, I had my doubts when I heard the news. But seeing it with my own eyes?” He let out a low whistle. “You actually made something of yourself.”
April clenched her jaw. “I asked what you wanted.”
Her father’s gaze finally settled on her, his smirk widening. “What, no warm reunion? No ‘Dad, it’s been years, I missed you’?” He tsked, shaking his head.
“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You always were an ungrateful little thing.”
April exhaled sharply, her patience wearing thin. “I have nothing to say to you. If you don’t have a reason for barging into my office, leave.”
Mr. Harrington chuckled. “Oh, but I do have a reason.” He stepped closer, placing his hands on her desk as he leaned in slightly. His eyes darkened. “You’re performing Cara’s surgery, aren’t you?”
April’s jaw tensed. “That’s none of your business.”
“Oh, but it is.” His tone dropped, cold and threatening. “Cara is my daughter. And I came here to give you a warning.”
April held his gaze, refusing to look away. “Warning me about what?”
His smile vanished.
“Do your job, April,” he said, voice low and sharp. 
“I don’t care what grudges you hold against Cara or the family. But if anything goes wrong in that operating room…” His eyes narrowed. “I will destroy you.”
A slow chill crept down April’s spine, but she refused to let it show.
“I will make sure you lose your medical license,” Mr. Harrington continued, his voice laced with venom. 
“I will make sure you never work in this field again. You’ll be reduced to nothing.”
April’s fingers dug into the armrests of her chair.
She had expected hostility from him, but this?
He wasn’t here for a father-daughter reunion. He wasn’t here to acknowledge her success.
He was here to threaten her.
Just like always.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “You haven’t changed one bit, have you?” she said, shaking her head.
Mr. Harrington arched his brow.
“You’re still the same manipulative, controlling man you’ve always been,” she continued. 
“Still trying to pull strings, still thinking you can scare people into doing what you want.”
She leaned forward, her gaze burning into his. “But let me make something clear, Harrington.”
His eyes flickered at the use of his first name.
“I don’t take orders from you. Not anymore.”
His jaw twitched.
April’s smirk widened. “And if you think you can intimidate me into making a mistake, you’re dead wrong. I will perform the surgery perfectly, because I’m a damn good doctor. Not for you. Not for Cara. But because it’s my job.”
She leaned back in her chair, tilting her head. “But I have to ask—why are you so worried? Do you really think Cara’s life is in my hands?” Her lips curled. “Or are you just scared?”
Mr. Harrington’s nostrils flared.
“Scared,” she continued, voice mocking, “because for once in your life, you’re not in control.”
His fists clenched, but he quickly masked his anger with a tight smile.
“I see,” he said smoothly. “You’ve grown a backbone. How… surprising.”
April crossed her arms. “Are we done here?”
Mr. Harrington studied her for a moment before pushing off the desk.
“For now,” he said. “But don’t get comfortable, April. You might think you’re free from this family, but you’ll always be a Harrington.”
She stared at him, unblinking.
Without another word, he turned and strode toward the door.
As soon as it clicked shut behind him, April exhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling with suppressed rage.
Then—
CRASH!
With one swift motion, she swiped everything off her desk. Papers, pens, and medical files scattered across the floor. A glass of water shattered, spilling liquid onto the tiles.
Her breathing was heavy, her fingers trembling with anger.
After all these years, her father still had the power to get under her skin.
Still had the power to make her feel like that abandoned little girl all over again.
She pressed a hand against her forehead, forcing herself to breathe.
No.
She wouldn’t let him get to her.
She had worked too hard, fought too many battles, to let him drag her back into his twisted world.
You’re a doctor now. A professional.
She had to stay focused.
A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts.
April snapped her head up, quickly composing herself. “Come in.”
A nurse stepped inside, looking startled at the mess on the floor but choosing not to comment.
“Dr. Harrington,” the nurse said cautiously, “everything is ready for Miss Cara’s surgery.”
April took one last deep breath before rising to her feet. She squared her shoulders, brushing off the lingering anger.
This was her job. And she wouldn’t let anyone—not Cara, not her father—affect her performance.
With a nod, she said, “Let’s begin.”