Chapter 37
Chapter37 Marissa, Are You Dr.Moore
Marissa stood to the side, arms folded, her expression detached, as if the discussion about Dr.Moore had nothing to do with her.
Wilbur arranged two chairs for Theodore and Marissa to sit in.
Theodore settled into his seat with ease.
"Thank you," Marissa said courteously.
"My pleasure," Wilbur replied with matching politeness before taking a spot beside Theodore.
The room buzzed with activity. Greta and several maids approached Marissa. "Should we offer coffee to the visitors?"
"No need," Marissa replied, waving them off.
They were here for Dr. Moore, and since he wasn't present,they would likely leave soon.
"Marissa," Holley called out, seizing any chance to stir trouble for Marissa.
Noticing Holley's persistent need to involve her,Marissa smirked. "Go on." She was curious to see Holley's next move.
Brent, following Holley's glance, spotted Marissa nearby, his polished features registering surprise.
"Marissa, what are you doing here? Are you here with Bryson for another check-up?" he asked,puzzled.
His gaze shifted to the person beside Marissa,realizing it wasn't Bryson and failing to place the unfamiliar face.
"Or are you here to join the crowd, curious about Dr. Moore's appearance? You young ladies often prioritize looks, but character matters most in a partner!"
To Brent, Bryson's character left much to be desired.
Holley,ready to complain about Marissa to Brent in hopes he would understand her grievances, was cut off by his surprised tone.
Brent knew Marissa? Who was Bryson? Did Marissa have a boyfriend?
Intrigued, Holley's eyes darted between Brent and Marissa, unable to piece their connection together.
"Dr. Wallace, how do you know Marissa? Is she your student too?" Holley wondered why she had never noticed Marissa at the university, given her striking appearance.
Brent chuckled at her questions, offering no further clarity. His eyes held a spark of curiosity as he regarded Marissa. "So, you're the long-lost daughter of the Curtis family. I was close with your grandfather."
Holley's heart sank at Brent's warm tone toward Marissa. Did even Brent favor her?
Damn it! She gripped her head in frustration.
"Is that so? I'm afraid I don't know much about my grandfather's life," Marissa replied.
Brent laughed warmly, unbothered by her cool demeanor.
It was clear that Brent genuinely admired Marissa,despite her aloofness.
One of the experts blurted out, "Dr. Wallace, is she Dr.Moore?"
He couldn't otherwise explain Brent's special treatment of this young woman.
If Dr.Moore was a woman, he imagined she would carry a similar presence-calm and untouched by the world. The expert's words ignited something in Brent. He had never linked Marissa to Dr. Moore before, given the latter's elusive reputation.
But the idea, once planted, began to align.
Marissa mirrored Dr. Moore in several ways,especially her medical talent.
Brent's sharp gaze lingered on Marissa, wondering if she was really Dr.Moore.
Marissa sensed the scrutiny but remained unruffled, continuing her actions without a hint of concern for the curious stares.
No one asked her directly, so Dr. Moore's true identity remained a mystery.
"Isn't Dr. Moore supposed to be a man?" one of the experts exclaimed, eyeing Marissa's youth and beauty with disbelief. "It's hard to believe such surgical precision could come from a woman."
He could accept that there was someone with skills superior to his, but not someone younger-or female.
"Bias stems from narrow minds and shallow knowledge. Women had achieved no less than men in history," Brent scolded, his tone earnest as he addressed the expert's sexism. "Prejudice is unacceptable."
The expert, chastised, felt a twinge of embarrassment.
Brent quickly moved on, redirecting his attention."Marissa,are you Dr. Moore?"