They stood outside the door and talked for quite some time.
The patient's relative had asked a lot of questions, all of which Annabelle Linton answered with professional and meticulous care, a testament to her expertise.
After exchanging smiling goodbyes, Annabelle Linton's gaze shifted, and she instantly saw Leona Grant standing at her desk, casually flipping through her patient files.
In a flash, the faint smile on her face vanished, replaced by the cold indifference she reserved just for him.
Leona Grant noticed the change, too. And he was certain she wasn't faking it.
That kind of deep-seated distance and disgust couldn't be faked.
For a second, he hesitated, wondering if he should continue to test her.
"Why are you here?"
Annabelle Linton walked into her office and saw him sitting on the sofa. Her brows knitted in displeasure. "Didn't I tell you not to come bother me?"
'Bother her?'
