Ch. 4851: Married At First Sight Chapter 4851

Chapter 4851

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.

Joaquin didn’t love her, but he didn’t dislike her either. He was fully aware of her feelings. He neither accepted nor rejected her—keeping her at arm’s length, like a backup.

And still, she liked him.

To her, Joaquin was the best man she had ever met.

She set the bouquet aside, then went to give the injections to patients who needed them and handed out their medicine. She didn’t ask about Joaquin’s pursuit of Aitana—she didn’t want to know. Knowing would only hurt.

She had admired Joaquin for years. Watching him pine for Dr. Pollock, who clearly didn’t feel the same way, was painful. But she stayed silent, waiting at the clinic for him to come back.

This clinic was Joaquin’s livelihood. He had worked for years to build it up, applying everything he had learned from Dr. Pollock into his own treatments.

When the last two patients left, Joaquin stayed seated, lost in thought, his face drawn and weary.

The nurse quietly made a pot of tea. “Dr. Legare,” she said softly, “have some tea.”

Joaquin looked up at her, then down at the teapot. His lips moved as he finally spoke. “Yehua, am I really that bad? Why doesn’t Aitana like me?

“She treats her patients better than she treats me. That man who was here today—he’s young, handsome, better-looking than me by a mile. I admit I’m not as handsome as he is, but I’m sincere.

“She and I both studied medicine. I understand her struggles. I could tolerate her lifestyle. If she marries someone else, she won’t have time for the family. Even if she has children, she won’t be able to care for them much. Only someone like me—someone in the same field, running a clinic with flexible hours—can support her.

“But she doesn’t love me. She said she didn’t love me before, doesn’t love me now, and will never love me. Am I really so bad? Or does she think I’m not good enough for her?”

Yehua poured him a cup of tea and then poured one for herself.

“Dr. Legare,” she said gently, “matters of the heart are hard to explain. Maybe Dr. Pollock really doesn’t love you. That doesn’t mean you’re bad, or that you’re not worthy of her.

“You’re a good man. At your age, to have built such a career already—you’re ahead of most. It’s not your fault she doesn’t like you.

“You can hold on a little longer, keep pursuing her. But if she never accepts you, then I’d advise you to let go. She may simply never love you in this lifetime.”