Jason stopped in his steps and slowly turned to look back at Ryan and Delyth. His gaze no longer carried the gentleness, it held all this while. Instead, he seemed all aloof. "I have rejected your request very politely, Mr. Foster, but it seems like you neither value good people nor good thoughts. Fine, " he nodded, continuing, "Then I won’t care to be polite anymore."
Ryan frowned, noting his choice of words. But before he could say anything, Jason’s voice rang loud and clear in the air. "I won’t treat her no matter what you offer. No money, no praise, no nothing will be able to make me change my resolve. Am I very clear now, Mr. Foster? I hope I am."
Saying that, he briefly glanced again at Delyth. Seeing her face pale gave him satisfaction. After all, he wasn’t able to do anything to wipe away the smug she carried the last time. He might not be able to avenge Arwen fully, but he didn’t mind since that was the job for Aiden. He was satisfied that at least he was able to give them the taste.
Ryan’s felt insulted like none other, but still holding himself back he asked, "Why?"
That ’why’ was something Jason hadn’t expected. But he had the answer prepared for it. Curling his lips, he replied, "Because I hate treating patients who don’t deserve to get treated at all."
People gasped around hearing that. Whispers grew around as everyone started to exchange glances, trying to understand how big of an offense the woman had done to deserve that statement.
When Delyth heard that, her face grew red in embarrassment. She felt gazes all around her but no longer dared to look at anyone. It was not just an insult, it was humiliation. One that she never expected to come her way. She wanted to hide herself, but sitting in the wheelchair, she felt helpless.
In the end, tearing up, she glanced up at Jason and said, "Dr. Clark, how can you say that? How did I wrong you? Or is it someone who made you misunderstand me?"
Jason was interested in the drama she was stirring. But he actually had no time to entertain himself. So, noting back the time, he turned to leave. "Dr. Cred, I think we should head first."
Before Dr. Cred could say anything, Delyth snapped. "Dr. Clark, you cannot refuse me." Her statement was bold and it immediately made people look her way. Dr. Cred was also taken aback.
Jason frowned, his gaze narrowed dangerously as he turned to look at her. At that moment, he no longer looked like an angel in the white coat, rather he looked like Azrial, who was out to capture another soul. He stepped a step towards Delyth and asked, "What did you say?" his tone holding the warning, very crisp and clear. freёwebnovel.com
Delyth flinched, stuttering a little. Her hands instinctively moved to wheel herself back, but her arms suddenly felt all strength-less. "I–I said, you can’t refuse me. I am patient and you are a doctor. You have taken the oath to help the ones in need. How can you refuse me out of spite when I never even did anything to offend you?"
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