Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 228

"Thank you, Dr. Hemingway. I’m already happy enough that you’re willing to treat my leg." Sophia tugged at her lips.

Victor nodded slightly. "It’s time for you to do your check-up today. Don't forget to come over later."

It had only been less than a week since the last check-up. He was clearly saying so to help her find an excuse to leave.

"Thank you, Dr. Hemingway. I will go over after Mr. Phillips delivers these things to Master Harris," Sophia said.

She clenched the hem of her clothes slightly. The sweat on her palms was no less than the amount of sweat she had when she was dealing with Sawyer alone.

They were about to meet Master Harris soon. It was not easy to fool him as she did Sawyer! What was more, while she was dealing with Master Harris, she also had to prevent Sawyer from pulling the rug from under her feet… This was no easy feat at all.

Sawyer was carrying a bunch of nutritional products in his hands. When he heard the meaningless exchange between the two, impatience was written all over his face. "Are you done?"

"I’ll leave you to it then, Ms. White. Goodbye." Victor flashed a smile at Sophia and left.

Sawyer stared at his back and harrumphed heavily, asking grumpily, "Which ward?"

"... I think it’s this floor." There was something on Sophia’s mind, hence she only answered his question after a pause.

Sawyer stopped in his tracks and narrowed his fox-like eyes, gnashing his teeth. "Are you messing with me?"

"All the Harris family members have come to stay overnight in the wards on this floor after learning that Master Harris is ill," Sophia explained.

She did not know the specifics at all and had only heard about these things from Clara’s gossips. What was more, she was completely clueless as to which ward Master Harris was in.

Sawyer was unhappy with her vague answer. "I’m asking you, which ward is Master Harris in?"

He got down on her eye level and stared into her eyes for some time before saying, "You have no idea which ward Master Harris is in at all and made up those lies earlier to fool me, right?”

"Why would I?" A layer of sweat formed on the wing of Sophia's nose. In a split second, she recalled the old lady from before who had asked her to keep her voice down. She said that her old man had lung cancer. Master Harris had lung cancer and he was staying on this floor too!

She raised her weak finger and pointed at the ward in front, pretending to look breezy. "That's the one."

Sawyer straightened up his back and looked in the direction where she was pointing at. Then, he took large strides toward the ward with the nutritional products in his hands.

Sophia followed behind him. She had not come up with a script to deal with Master Harris yet, hence she tried her best to delay the time by walking slower.

The hospital corridor was not long at all. No matter how slow her pace was, she soon came to the ward door.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up!" Sawyer darted Sophia a sidelong glance and was about to knock on the ward door.

When she saw what he was trying to do, Sophia subconsciously cried out, "Wait a minute!"

Sawyer’s fist was suspended in the air. He then retracted it and stared at her with a look of confusion and impatience.

"Master Harris isn’t feeling very well. You might upset him if you knock on the door so rashly like that.” Sophia's palms were soaked with sweat. She wiped them on her skirt, but as soon as she wiped them dry, another layer of sweat formed on her palms again.

She had not figured out a way to deal with Master Harris yet.

If her lie was exposed, she might have to face both Master Harris and Sawyer’s wrath at the same time!

Sawyer leaned against the wall with the nutritional products in his hands and narrowed his eyes at Sophia, saying slowly, "Are you keeping something from me, Ms. White?"