I felt trapped, my words tumbling out in frustration. “Look, I shouldn’t have called you names, but what Lance did isn’t something a few days of care can make up for.”
There was no denying it: even rich people could be stingy.
This cold, ruthless businessman—known for his cutthroat deals—was now trying to save money by doing my laundry? I half-expected that if I let him, he’d fire me and blacklist me from the industry as payback for my “care.”
Thankfully, I decided to set the record straight. Surely, now that everything was out in the open, Howard wouldn’t go back on his word, right?
While I was stewing in my thoughts, a male nurse came in to change the bandages on my back.
But Howard grabbed the tray and dismissed the nurse.
“Lie down. Take it off,” he said flatly.
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
Every word made sense individually, but together? Not so much.
“What the hell, Skinflint? What are you trying to pull?”
Oops. My inner thoughts slipped out.
His face turned red—actually red—all the way to his ears. It was the first time I’d seen him look flustered.
“I’ll find a female nurse,” he muttered before practically bolting to the nurses’ station.