She nodded, "Yes."
It's something she had long decided on, nothing to hesitate about.
Hayes Simmons frowned slightly, yet even with a furrowed brow, his handsome features remained charming.
The Simmons Family, much like the Saxon Family, possessed almost perfect genes. The young director before her was handsome, mature, and graceful. It was said that ninety-eight percent of the women in the hospital secretly adored him.
The remaining two percent openly admired him.
There were many who secretly slipped love letters or small gifts into the director's office, along with heart-shaped breakfasts, lunches, and dinners.
According to Olivia Smith, she had actually done such things.
"Why?" Hayes seemed very puzzled, "Are Saint Mercy's conditions not good enough? Can't we keep Miss Yates?"
