"A bunch of quacks, quacks! The Hanson Family donates so much money every year, yet employs such useless people! …"
The Old Madam was extremely angry, losing her temper completely as she spoke and tapped the window with her cane.
The glass rang with a pounding sound. Despite her being over eighty, the Old Madam had a strong arm. If it weren't for the tempered glass, it might have shattered.
The nurses were terrified, standing there looking at each other in fear, too scared to speak. The young nurses who were excited at the sight of Lorraine Hanson were now dumbfounded, hardly daring to breathe.
Sola Park's expression was also serious, but she reminded the Old Madam, "Mom, don't get angry, be careful about your health!"
"With my granddaughter-in-law like this, what do I need my health for?!" The Old Madam glared at her, struck the glass hard once more, and with a fiery fury pointed at the nurses, yelling, "You… go find the director, I have something to say to him personally!"
