"Okay, okay, no need." Dr. Mo silently grumbled, you should try being gentle.
"This is the last time I'll stitch you up. The edges are already a bit inflamed. If this happens again before the wound heals, there's nothing more I can do."
Because Dr. Mo didn't use anesthesia, Jared Quinn's brow furrowed with suppressed veins bulging prominently.
Just like the man's heart—ruthless, with not a trace of warmth.
"Bring out the surveillance footage later."
Dr. Mo said, "...Weren't we not going to check it?"
Jared Quinn's dangerous gaze swept over, and Dr. Mo immediately fell silent.
Melody Thorne stormed out of the corridor, red with anger. He never sought her opinion before kissing her.
Explode, sir! Explode!!
Melody Thorne retrieved the item Caleb had wanted to give her from the restroom she had just exited. There wasn't time to look at it before, but now she had a moment.
