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CHAPTER- 54 Rekindling Connections

Estella's POV

After my conversation with Charlotte last night, I realized she was right. I had been overthinking everything, and it was time to share my insecurities with Dr. Vincent. Keeping them to myself wouldn't help, and I trusted him enough to talk about my concerns. So, I made up my mind to speak with him.

It was lunchtime at the hospital, and I saw this as the perfect opportunity. I took a deep breath, walked to Dr. Vincent's office, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," his calm voice responded from inside.

I stepped in, feeling slightly nervous but determined. "Good afternoon, Dr. Vincent."

He looked up from his desk and gave me a warm smile. "Oh, Dr. Estella, please come in."

I stood there for a moment, unsure of how to start, but I managed to speak. "Actually, Dr. Vincent, I'm here to talk to you about something important."

His expression softened with curiosity. "How about we grab some lunch? It's lunchtime already," I suggested.

He nodded, standing up from his chair. "Yeah, sure. Let's go."

We walked out of the hospital and headed to a nearby café. The café was close, perfect for a short lunch break, and had a quiet atmosphere, which was exactly what I needed for this conversation. We ordered our meals and sat down at a table near the window.

Dr. Vincent gave me an encouraging look. "Dr. Estella, you can say whatever is on your mind. I know you have something important to talk about, but you seem hesitant. Don't worry, I'm all ears."

I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak. "It's not that simple, Dr. Vincent," I began. "You see, you're my senior, my mentor. If we start dating and someone finds out, it could get awkward. I'm worried about how it will affect our work relationship. What if it doesn't work out? It could ruin everything between us, both personally and professionally."

Dr. Vincent listened attentively, his calm and composed expression never changing. He waited patiently for me to finish, giving me the space to express my concerns. I continued, "There are work ethics to think about too. I don't want people to think that I'm getting any special treatment just because we're involved. And what if things don't go well? It could make working together really difficult."

I paused, feeling like a weight had lifted off my shoulders just by saying everything out loud. I looked at Dr. Vincent, unsure of what his response would be, but he smiled gently, easing my nerves.

"Estella," he began in his calm and reassuring voice, "I completely understand. You have every right to feel this way, and it's important that you're thinking about these things. But I want you to know that I would never let anything affect our professional relationship. If we do decide to move forward, we'll handle it carefully and with respect for both our careers."

He leaned forward slightly, his tone serious but kind. "Work ethics are crucial, and I take them very seriously. If people find out, we'll make sure it's handled properly, so there's no misunderstanding. I want you to feel comfortable, Estella, not stressed."

His words were reassuring, but I still had some doubts. "What if it doesn't work out, Dr. Vincent? What happens then?"

He smiled softly. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. But remember, just because something might not work doesn't mean we should be afraid to try. We're both adults, and we can handle things with maturity. No matter what happens, I will always respect you as my colleague and as a person."

His calm and thoughtful response made me feel more at ease. Dr. Vincent was right. We could handle this professionally, and he had always shown great care in his work. If he was willing to take things slowly and be considerate of our situation, maybe it wouldn't be as complicated as I had feared.