Chapter 347 Go To The Opera

Rachel had been used to being called to the canteen by Celia every day that it became a habit. Without needing her reminder, she found that she forgot to have lunch.

Her stomach rumbled in response. She glanced at her watch only to see that it was already so late. "Did Celia forget to call me today?" she murmured to herself.

When she went to the nurse station to ask around, she found that Celia had transferred to the night shift. That was why she wasn't here today.

If Rachel remembered correctly, every time before their work schedules were to be posted, Celia would always pray that she wouldn't be transferred into the night shift. Now, it seemed that she even volunteered to trade her day shift.

Hearing them talk about Celia's generosity, she frowned. In fact, she had increasingly gotten more and more confused about the woman's decision that she didn't immediately leave after work. Instead, she sat in her office for a while and waited for the night shift to begin.

Once she heard Celia's voice echoing from the nurse station, she poked her head out. "Celia, come here."

"What's wrong?" The young woman motioned to the box of sushi. "I just bought this from the mall. Try it. It's delicious."

Rachel grabbed t

But—" "What would be the point of you going there?"

he interrupted. "There are plenty of doctors and nurses in the hospital. Couldn't you sit here and watch with me? Is it really that hard?"

His voice had increased that the person sitting behind them patted him on the shoulder. He sent them both a glare. "If you have anything to say, you might as well head outside."

"I'm sorry," Rachel quickly apologized.

Although she couldn't see Bill's face clearly, his words were like blades to her heart. "Fine."

Even then, she couldn't stop thinking about Jack. It was as if thousands of needles grew on her chair, making it extremely difficult for her to sit still. Since she had promised him that she would watch the opera, she could only hold back her thoughts. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and inhaled deeply.

It was as if time had slowed down. Every second felt like thousands of years have passed.

From time to time, Rachel would take out her phone and glanced at the time. She thought that hours had passed when only two or three minutes had gone by.

Seeing her so antsy, Bill said, "You can go now."

"Thank you," she said softly. As she walked out of the opera house, he could only smile bitterly in response.