“You spent four hours operating on me,” I said coldly. “So, I’ll pay you back double.”
“Turn the air-conditioning all the way down. Don’t let her out until eight hours have passed,” I instructed the men.
Early the next morning, when I returned to our house, a message from my father’s people popped up on my phone.
[We've already finished our task, Miss. We’ll leave now.]
Then, the door opened.
Cedric hurried over and pulled me into his arms. “I told you I’d come get you. Why did you discharge yourself?”
He then carried me to the dining table and added, “I made egg drop soup, your favorite. Sip some while it’s hot. What happened this time was that Melina went too far. I’ve already scolded her. She said she knows she was wrong, so don’t hold it against her anymore.”
I listened to his lies without any expression.
Last night, Melina had been locked in an operating room. So, how could she have had the chance to talk to him, let alone be lectured?
My eyes flicked to the gift box on the coffee table. “What’s that?”
His expression stiffened, a hint of unease crossing his face. “Nothing. Just a small gift from a client.”