Dr. Dixon settled into the job smoothly.
In the blink of an eye, it was Christmas Eve.
Every holiday season, the ER became a disaster zone.
So after glancing through the photos of special outfits taken by his assistant, Lisa, Adam picked out a very festive red embroidered qipao mini dress and headed to the ER.
"George, you should head home early."
It was already the end of the shift. Seeing that George was still there, Adam urged, "Spend more time with Mrs. O'Malley."
"No need."
George shook his head. "She has Ronnie and the others with her. One more person won't make a difference. Besides, the family can't really be reunited anymore."
"Are you sure?"
Adam glanced at him, assessing his mental state.
"I'm sure."
George answered firmly.
"All right."
Adam nodded, then looked at Carter and teased, "Why are you still here? Isn't the Christmas tree near the Carter estate waiting for you to chop it down? The Carter Family battle axe must have been starving for action by now."
"My parents have both gone to Britain."
Carter smiled. "It's just me and the house staff if I go home. It's not much fun. I'd rather stay at the hospital and learn more from you, Dr. Duncan."
"Tsk, tsk!"
Adam was amazed by Carter's old-money humblebragging.
Old money was old money.
Always talking about house staff—and plural, at that!
"Do you need help?"
"She won't do!"
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
"He won't do either!"
As Adam spoke with George and Carter, a conversation reached his ears and caught his attention.
Lexie had noticed a middle-aged couple standing beside the ER nurses' station, both looking nervous and uncomfortable, so she kindly asked whether they needed help.
But the husband merely took one look at her,