The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 822

Gunnar held onto the pink leash and slowly pulled Marilyn closer. "Don't worry about him. I'm going to show you something fun today."

Kneeling in front of Gunnar, Marily stuck out her butt and slowly raised her chin. With her mouth open, she stared at him with a smoldering gaze. "Gunnar, please. Give it to me."

The phone started ringing again.

Gunnar furrowed his brows. "Pick up the phone."

Marilyn parted her lips and panted heavily. "Ignore him for now. Let's have some fun. I'll send a quick text later saying I was busy. Hurry up."

But the phone kept ringing.

Gunnar remarked in annoyance, "This is totally ruining the moment."

Marilyn huffed as she stood up. "What a mood killer. Can't he call at another time? Seriously, he must have nothing better to do."

After getting up, she walked over to the phone. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor, each step dripping with frustration.

As Marilyn came to her phone, she picked up the call and snapped, "What now? I'm really busy with work, so don't call me unless it's important."

Tony was already upset, and Marilyn's attitude only made it worse. "Is your work more important than Jay, Marilyn?"

Marilyn was surprised to hear Tony's voice. "Y-You're better now, Uncle Tony?"

Ignoring Marilyn's question, Tony asked again, "I just want to know—what's more important? Your job or Jay?"

Irritated, Marilyn responded, "How am I supposed to get by if I don't work?"

Jay was gone, and yet Marilyn still said work came first.

Tony's face flushed with anger. "Jay is dead. Are you coming back to take care of his remains?"

Marilyn was taken aback and shook her head. "I spoke to Dad just a month ago, and he was doing fine. Stop trying to trick me. I'm swamped with work. I can't make it back."