The monthly cost of this nursing ho is not cheap, at least six figures. The quality of life there, including food, clothing, accommodation, and transportation, is much better than that of a hospital.
Since Mr. Zachmann has grown old, his health has been not very good, so he has been living in the nursing ho without going back ho for years.
Caryn Zachmann has already grown very accustod to the nursing ho.
She took a small sip from her coffee cup and flipped through her phone, looking at the ssage Adelle Wafford sent her.
It approximately ntioned that there will be an opening ceremony for the new sester at Tsinghua University, their departnt will need to prepare a performance, and they hope she can be there.
Due to the dical competition incident, she and Adelle Wafford had both suffered a great humiliation, casting a shadow over the entire clinical departnt.
An important occasion like the opening ceremony was good opportunity to make an appearance, and Adelle Wafford would surely not want to miss it, as she would surely want to redeem herself.
Caryn Zachmann was not too interested in this; she was going to graduate this year, and she didn’t need to go to school in her final year.
Once she graduated, the grievances between the clinical and the Chinese dicine departnts would have nothing to do with her.
Caryn Zachmann set down her coffee cup, not too concerned with Adelle Wafford’s inquiry about whether to organize the performance or not, and pondered without replying imdiately.
However, during her contemplation, the ssages in the group chat kept popping up incessantly.
The group chat had not been this lively in a long ti.
After replying to Adelle Wafford, Caryn Zachmann clicked on the group chat and boredly took a glance.
Just as she entered, she saw Amadeus Yancey’s ssage.
[Y: Call her sister-in-law.]
Amadeus Yancey’s na is very distinctive in the WhatsApp group, using just the first letter of his na, a capital Y.
Bold and eye-catching.
Unlike Sadam Vinson, who would show up in the group from ti to ti and often hang out with everyone, Amadeus rarely spoke in the group chat.
Were it not for the fact that the number he used to join the group was his usual WhatsApp number, his perpetual silence in the group, not even bubbling up once a year, would probably cause people to mistake it for a secondary account.
Call her sister-in-law?
Caryn Zachmann’s eyelashes trembled slightly, a sense of unease inexplicably rising within her, and as she bit her lip, she imdiately scrolled through the prior WhatsApp ssages.
There were too many ssages in the group chat.
As she scrolled up, the group was full of acknowledgnts of sisterhood.
Only when she reached the very top did Caryn Zachmann’s actions halt abruptly upon reading Sadam Vinson’s ssage that ntioned Nathalie Quinlan.
[@QN my little sister, take care of her!]
Combined with Y’s ssage below ’Call her sister-in-law,’ the answer seed clear.
Caryn Zachmann felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her mind went blank, and in her distraction, her hand slipped, causing her phone to smack onto the table with a loud noise.
"Caryn, what’s wrong with you? Why do you look so pale?" Celine Tucker had arrived and was sitting opposite Caryn, a cup of rose flower tea poured by the caregiver in front of her. She was dressed in a ruffle blouse paired with a wrap dress, looking mature and elegant. Her well-maintained appearance and deanor stood out among the elite ladies of Beijing.
At the mont, Celine Tucker, with a slight frown at her brow, set down her cup, and looked puzzled at Caryn Zachmann, "What’s the matter with you? Why aren’t you speaking?"
Caryn Zachmann was still absorbed in the ’Call her sister-in-law’ ssage in the group chat, taking a while to regain her composure. Hearing the question, she managed a forced smile and shook her head, absent-mindedly, "Mom, I’m fine."
She picked up her phone again and looked back at the group chat, the notice that Sadam Vinson had invited Nathalie Quinlan into the group.
——Sadam Vinson invited new mber QN to join, who is not yet a contact of yours.
Caryn Zachmann bit her lip, her delicate face distorted slightly with anger and jealousy.
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