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~Niklaus~ She wasn’t responding to my question and that in itself was already grating on my nerves. As if I wasn’t annoyed enough, she was giving me a weird look and I didn’t intend to repeat myself. “I know that you’re asking me to leave because our contract has been terminated given that I lost the pregnancy. I get it but all I’m asking is that you give me some time to recuperate fully because Dr. Emily says that I’m not 100% yet” “What? When did I say all that? You’re reading way too much into mere words” She adjusted in the bed in a way that made my eyebrows crease into a frown. As someone who was still recuperating, was she supposed to be moving that much, and where was the damn doctor that I mind-linked? I didn’t care that she was in the theatre with a high-risk patient. She was