Emerald I stood there, surrounded by the other nurses whispering to one another. Their curious glances and stifled giggles were unbearable, but I tried my best to remain composed. “No, I’m not a mistress,” I firmly repeated, glaring at them. Their faces betrayed a mix of discomfort and guilt, but none of them spoke up. It was obvious they believed the gossip, or at the very least, found it entertaining. "I wonder who spread the gossip. I'd like to talk to them," I added. I felt a surge of anger rising. How could people gossip so easily without knowing the truth? It wasn’t just about me anymore—it was about clearing my name and protecting my dignity. Back in the States, spreading rumors had consequences, but here, it seemed people thrived on them. As I stewed in frustration, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I turned to find Matthew, of all people, standing there. “Matthew?” I said, my voice tight with surprise. He hadn’t been at the homestead in months, and now he shows up
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