Chapter 9

Taylor’s POV

I walked briskly down the corridor, my white lab coat billowing behind me as I headed toward the nurses’ station. I had a busy day ahead of me, and my mind was preoccupied with patient charts and treatment plans.

As I turned the corner, I caught sight of an unexpected scene unfolding before me.

There, standing just a few feet away, were Dr. Maverick and Dr. Grant engaged in a heated argument. The air crackled with tension, and their voices echoed off the sterile walls. I couldn’t help but be drawn to the scene, and my curiosity piqued. But I knew better than to insert myself into their dispute.

From a distance, I observed their interaction. Dr. Grant’s face wore a smug expression, his lips curved into a self-satisfied smirk.

On the other hand, Dr. Maverick’s usually warm demeanor was replaced with a tight jawline and clenched fists. It was clear that whatever they were arguing about had struck a nerve.

Despite the burning cur