Irina's POV
"You'd better find someone else," Karl told them firmly.
Karl wasn't just reluctant to help—he was completely done with their demands, just like I was. I'd already made it crystal clear that I wouldn't take any more cases from the Floryn family.
They really think it's that simple. When they need something, they suddenly come crawling for help. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
Karl hadn't gone far when he spotted me standing there.
I was dressed in black, positioned under the bright lights, watching their little drama unfold with genuine amusement.
"Karl, I thought you might have a change of heart," I said, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips.
"I'm no saint," Karl replied with complete sincerity. "They were incredibly rude. Dr. Brent, not just you—I wouldn't treat them either."
"Forget about those unfortunate souls. Let's go. Mr. Brent is waiting for you," Karl continued.
