Dr. Aitana Pollock, with her solid career and family background, could never accept Dr. Legare’s situation. The only person who truly could was someone whose own background was similar—someone who understood him, tolerated him, and could accept his relatives constantly coming to him for help.
In that sense, Yehua and Joaquin were kindred spirits.
But Joaquin’s heart was fixed on Aitana Pollock. She came from a long line of doctors; every member of her family was in medicine, and she had deep connections in the medical community.
Joaquin’s attraction to her wasn’t necessarily about her family connections—but Aitana was smart enough to see the difference between herself and him.
“Here,” Joaquin said quietly, handing the bouquet Aitana had refused to the nurse who admired him.
He ignored her startled expression and returned to his seat to see the next two patients.
The nurse, bouquet in hand, looked at him sadly.