Obsession With My EX-wife

Chapter 31 Forget It

Catherine looked Ryan in the eyes. His face was all scrunched up and serious. Because he was so cute, she didn't want to disappoint him, but she knew that she had no choice. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry, but I prefer cafeteria food."

So, she dislikes me, and she wishes to avoid me - Ryan thought, and he frowned. After a moment, he was reminded of something Leonard had told him, and he said, "Then I'll order meals for you on days when you perform surgeries. It is decided, so we don't need to talk about it anymore."

It's better than you ordering me every meal – Catherine thought – and it'll save me some money. "Thank you," she said.

After eating the porridge, Catherine put the bowl back in the box and said, "It's time for another routine checkup."

Ryan chuckled and said, "Didn't you already do one today?"

Catherine blushed when she realized that the kid was right. "Oh, yeah," she stammered. "My mistake. I should get back to work. Get some rest. I'll check up on you again before I leave for the day." Catherine picked up the box as she stood up, and she threw it in the garbage on her way out the door.

When Catherine returned to her office, she saw the meal box that Leonard had purchased for her. It was sitting on her desk next to her telephone. What a coincidence that he ordered the same thing as Ryan – she thought – Those two are actually quite a lot alike. She didn't want to waste the food, so she gave it to one of the nurses – and when Zoey saw this, it occurred to her that Leonard could not compete with the nine-year-old boy.

Catherine was tired after performing the surgery, but she still had to write a report and record what she had learned from it. Doing this was a habit that she'd acquired in University when a professor had told her, "You accumulate knowledge through experience. There is something to learn from every surgery you perform." With this in mind, Catherine had taken notes and made records from the beginning of clinical practice. Catherine took every surgy very seriously. After all, this was the department of cardiology. If the doctors were not careful, their patients could die.

When Catherine was focused on something, time passed by very fast. Thus, by the time she finished making her notes, her workday was nearly done. She reviewed the files that remained on her desk, and once she was certain there was nothing pressing that still needed doing, she checked in on Ryan one last time. He was sleeping, so she didn't bother him. She collected her things, and then she left for the day.

When Catherine arrived at her apartment, she had dinner with her landlords, and then she retired to her room. When she moved in, she hadn't expected someone to cook for her, but after her landlords learned that she was a doctor, they insisted on cooking dinner for her every day because they believed that a doctor's work was hard.

Once Catherine was in her room, she stretched out on her bed, and began to read a professional book. Her current position was quite high, but she had to work hard to keep up with new medications and procedures. Catherine read until ten o'clock, and then she went to bed.

As a Doctor, Catherine was on-call 24/7, which meant that she could never turn off her phone. That being said, she was seldom called in the middle of the night, and only if it was an emergency. Thus, when the phone rang, Catherine bolted upright, and when she picked up the phone, she was ready for anything. "Catherine Winston," she said. "What's the emergency?"

"Is this Mr. Campbell's wife?"

Catherine didn't recognize the voice on the voice on the phone, and she was pissed off at being woken up in the middle of the night for a non-emergency. Now that she was fully awake, it would be near impossible to fall back asleep, and she'd be exhausted all day. "Ex-wife," she replied curtly.

"Mr. Campbell is drunk at a bar," the stranger said. "Could you please come and pick him up?"

Catherine sighed and said, "Fine. I'm coming now. Thank you for calling me. Give me the address."

Catherine quickly scribbled the address down, and then she hung up the phone. Her impulse had been to hang up without agreeing to help, but then she thought of how it would affect Grandpa Campbell if something happened to Leonard. With his heart condition, he could not handle very much stress.

Catherine rushed to the bar, and she told the bartender that she had come for Leonard Campbell.

The bartender said, "Mrs. Campbell, please follow me."

Catherine frowned as he led her to a private room. And as they walked, they talked. Catherine asked the bartender, "How did you know Leonard's name, and who to call?"

"Mr. Field asked me to call you," the bartender replied. "He told me Mr. Campbell's name and who I should call."

Catherine thought about that for a moment. She didn't recognize the name the bartender had given her: Mr. Field. If Westley had a friend with him – Catherine thought – why couldn't that friend have taken care of him?

When they got to the private room, the bartender opened the door and said, "Mrs. Campbell, Mr. Campbell is inside."

There were many bottles of wine on the table, and Leonard was lying on the sofa. Catherine walked over to him and shoved him. "Leonard!" she shouted.

Leonard did not respond.

Catherine frowned and looked at the bartender. "Could you please assist me?" she asked.

"No problem," the bartender replied. He walked in, and between them, they were able to get Leonard on his feet, out of the bar, and into a taxi. Catherine thanked the bartender and climbed into the cab. She did up both of their seatbelts, and she was ready to go, but when the driver asked where she wanted to go, she realized that she didn't know. She certainly couldn't take Leonard home. She only had one bedroom, so there was no space for him there. But if she sent him to his apartment, he would be alone, and he might not be safe.

Finally, she gave the driver the address for Castle Campbell.