Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby
Chapter 53: A Boyfriend’s Rage

Chapter 53: A Boyfriend’s Rage

While Dr. Annabelle Gresham and Nurse Clara Vane were exchanging heated words, Eleanor discreetly pulled out her phone and typed a quick message to Teresa:

"I’m at Hope Specialized Hospital. Ward 12B. A nurse is causing trouble. Contact the hospital’s owner and send someone with authority."

She intentionally angled the phone so Freya could read the message over her shoulder. When she saw the little girl’s curious eyes scanning the screen, a faint smile tugged at her lips.

A reply came almost instantly.

"Okay," Teresa wrote.

A couple of minutes passed before another message buzzed in.

"The hospital is under the Miller Group. I’ve contacted Edward Miller... he’ll send someone right away. Do you want me to come?"

Eleanor responded with a single line:

"No. It’s a minor issue. Stay focused on your work."

Sliding the phone back into her coat pocket, Eleanor’s gaze shifted to Clara Vane, who was now glaring daggers at the young doctor. If looks could kill, Dr. Annabelle would have been incinerated on the spot.

Suddenly, the door to the ward burst open with a loud bang. A tall, muscular man in a doctor’s uniform stormed in, radiating aggression. He looked more like a professional wrestler than a medical professional.

"Who’s bullying my Clara?" he barked, scanning the room.

Clara, who moments ago had been scowling at Annabelle, instantly shifted gears. Tears welled in her eyes as she ran to the newcomer and threw her arms around his chest, sobbing dramatically.

"They were bullying me!" she wailed, pointing first at Annabelle, then at Eleanor. "That doctor said she would report me to the higher-ups! I didn’t do anything. They ganged up on me and are falsely accusing me. Please save me."

The man’s eyes narrowed. He looked at Annabelle coldly. "I haven’t seen you before. Are you a new recruit?"

"Yes, Doctor. Today is my first day at this hospital," Annabelle replied, standing tall despite the tension.

The man scoffed. "Your first day, and you’re already picking fights with my girlfriend? You must be really bold. Do you even know who I am? I’m Dr. Nolan Piers, Consultant and the head of this entire floor. Clara reports directly to me. You report to me."

"I understand that you’re my senior," Annabelle said calmly, though her voice trembled slightly. "But this is a case of serious professional misconduct. You’re defending your girlfriend without knowing the facts. Every patient here saw what happened. I suggest you speak to them or review the surveillance footage before making assumptions."

Nolan laughed, his deep voice echoing off the sterile walls. "You really are new. There’s no surveillance inside patient wards... basic privacy protocol. And yet you still insist on reporting Clara, even after I, your senior, am supporting her? Fine. Let me make this simple for you. Pack your things. Today is your last day. You’re fired."

Annabelle’s spine straightened. Her voice, though soft, rang with quiet determination. "You can’t fire me on the spot without an investigation. I’m within my rights to report misconduct. I’ve sworn an oath to protect my patients, and I’ll uphold it. Even if I can’t work here, I can work somewhere else. My degree wasn’t handed to me... I earned it."

Nolan’s sneer deepened. "Still denying it, huh? Then why is Clara crying? Do you think I’m stupid? You’ll regret going against me. Just remember... my uncle is Director Roland, the Director of Operations. Go ahead. Try reporting me too. See what happens."

He chuckled darkly, clearly reveling in his perceived power.

Eleanor, who had been observing silently, noted the glint of triumph in Clara’s tearful eyes. She was enjoying this... enjoying the power her relationship gave her.

Stepping forward, Eleanor spoke firmly, "Don’t worry, Dr. Gresham. I’ll stand as a witness for you. Every patient in this ward has seen Nurse Clara’s behavior. It’s high time someone held her accountable."

Nolan finally turned his attention to Eleanor and froze. His eyes widened at the sight of the stunning woman standing before him, her beauty commanding immediate attention.

His gaze traveled down her body, lingering far too long on her well-developed chest area. Eleanor could feel the weight of his lecherous stare. It was as if he was stripping her with his eyes, violating her with every second that passed. A chill of disgust crawled under her skin, and her hands clenched at her sides. If Freya weren’t present, she might have broken his jaw on the spot.

Clara noticed the lust in Nolan’s gaze and quickly looked back at Eleanor. The jealousy flaring in her eyes turned venomous. Unable to hold back, she snapped, "Who do you think you are? Visiting hours are over! Where’s your mask? Your safety protocols? And you brought a child too! Who gave you permission to come in here? Get out before I call security!"

Eleanor inhaled slowly, trying to keep her composure. But beside her, Freya’s tiny fists were clenched. Her breathing quickened, and her cheeks were flushed with fury.

"You’re a bad auntie!" Freya shouted in her childlike voice, trembling with emotion. "You’re a bully! You can’t yell at my Mommy!"

Alarmed, Eleanor crouched down and cupped Freya’s face gently. She knew that if Freya’s emotions spiraled out of control, she might transform... and in a public hospital, that would be disastrous.

"Shush, sweetie," she whispered softly. "Everything will be alright. Just watch Mommy, okay? I’ll take care of this. Be a good girl and don’t let anyone’s words upset you."

Freya nodded, though her eyes still blazed with anger.

Nolan, meanwhile, was completely undeterred. He was still staring at Eleanor’s breast, his mind racing.

"She’s a mother, but her body... she’s more alluring than any woman I’ve ever slept with. I need to find out who she is," he thought.

Feigning professionalism, he finally spoke. "Miss, this is a matter between hospital staff. If you’re here to visit someone, I suggest you keep it brief and return during proper visiting hours."

His ploy worked. Isabella, who had been watching from her bed, stepped in to defuse the tension. "Eleanor, I’m fine. It’s getting late... take Freya home."

Freya, remembering the basket of fruit she had carried in, walked over to Isabella and offered it with both hands. "Grandma, we brought this for you."

Isabella smiled gently, touched by the gesture.

Meanwhile, Nolan smirked to himself. "Eleanor. That’s her name. Now that I know her patient, it’ll be easy to track her down."

At that moment, the door opened again, and a tall, middle-aged man in a charcoal suit entered the ward. His salt-and-pepper hair, authoritative demeanor, and sharp gaze immediately silenced the room.

"What’s going on here?" he asked in a powerful, commanding tone.