I went to the hospital the following morning to check on Mr. Anderson. Ethan had insisted on coming along while Fiona stayed with his parents to keep them company.
Mr. Anderson was sitting up on his bed while his wife fed him soup. Matt was not with them, so I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you for saving my life, Meadow,” Mr. Anderson said cheerfully as I was checking his pulse. “I’m so proud of you. You have become a great doctor,” he continued.
“Thank you, Mr. Anderson. I was only doing my job,” I said, smiling at him. Mr. Anderson and his wife were nice people. They never treated me or my parents badly, despite the fact that my parents were their servants. During their numerous parties in the Anderson mansion, Mrs. Anderson always made sure I was included—
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