Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 471

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 471**

**Chapter 471**

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A sudden, piercing shriek erupted from Tiffany, jolting Sydney so violently that she nearly lost her grip on her toothbrush. The foam spilled over her lips as she sputtered, “What! What is it?” Her heart raced, a mix of confusion and alarm flooding her senses.

“Look!” Tiffany exclaimed, her excitement palpable as she thrust her phone into Sydney’s hands. Her grin was so wide it seemed to stretch beyond the confines of her face, reaching almost to her ears. “Your patients and even a charity foundation are all speaking up for you!”

Sydney blinked in disbelief, her fingers trembling slightly as she scrolled through the trending page. Her eyes quickly locked onto the very first post that commanded attention.

[Dr. Wilson would never profit from others’ suffering.]

The post was a collection of heartfelt personal stories—some shared by verified charities, others from everyday individuals who had bravely stepped forward to defend her during this tumultuous time.

[Over the past three years, Dr. Wilson has donated a total of 1.5 million to various charitable foundations.]

[I’m a rideshare driver. Last winter, I gave Dr. Wilson a ride. She noticed my daughter was sick and guessed right away it was a heart issue. When she learned we couldn’t afford surgery, she transferred 10,000 dollars to me after getting out of the car. How could anyone accuse a doctor like that of exploiting suffering?]

[My name is Holly Jones. I’ve been Dr. Wilson’s patient for years. My family was dirt poor, and I have severe kidney disease. Every other hospital was too expensive. Only her clinic was affordable and effective.

At first, I was suspicious—how could medicine be that cheap? Later, a pharmacist slipped up and told me Dr. Wilson had been covering the discount herself. She’s a good doctor. I’ll always believe that.]

Sydney’s heart swelled as she read through the numerous posts that followed. Each one came from someone she had treated or helped, often without any expectation of gratitude in return.

For the first time, she found herself silently scrolling through a trending topic, absorbing every line as her eyes grew warm and a little sore. A wave of emotion washed over her; she had never envisioned that the smallest acts of kindness—moments she barely remembered—would inspire such fierce loyalty and defense from others, especially when it meant risking their own safety. One careless word online, and they could easily become the next targets of public outrage.

As Tiffany’s initial excitement began to settle into a more analytical calm, she added, “I checked. Public opinion is shifting rapidly. Some people are already starting to question those original ‘whistleblowers.'”

Just as she spoke, another headline flashed across the screen: [Families who accused Sterling Corp.’s special medication of being unsafe were found to have private contact with DK Pharmaceuticals representatives.]

Tiffany hopped up to answer it, and Sydney could hear the playful lilt in her voice as she greeted Elliot, who stood at the door with a breakfast spread in hand. “Wow, one after another. Both so attentive. Are we doing double breakfasts and dinners now?”

“Keep dreaming,” Sydney replied, rolling her eyes with a hint of amusement.

She had already sent a message to Caleb the night before, asking him not to trouble Nancy any longer with bringing her meals.

After a day of much-needed rest, her schedule was packed once more—morning clinic hours followed by a trip to Seraph Villa in the afternoon to treat Florence.

However, she hadn’t even managed to step past the threshold when someone suddenly blocked her way.

It was Caleb, standing by the corridor window, clad in a crisp white shirt and tailored trousers. Sunlight cascaded over his shoulders, illuminating his composed and polished demeanor, as always.

When he heard the door open, he turned toward her, his voice low and taut, carrying an undercurrent of tension. “You really don’t mind anymore that the Sterling family murdered your parents?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and loaded. Otherwise, why on earth would she allow Julian to live under her roof?