"Get out, get out! Don't bother me with trivial matters!"
Sophie Sullivan refused to leave, insisting that George Standford check her recovery progress. "Old Mr. Standford, how can my face be a trivial matter? This is a huge matter! I don't care! You must help me check!"
"What's so good about your ugly face?"
Sophie felt attacked and slammed both her hands on the desk angrily. "Old Mr. Standford, believe it or not, I'll burn all your medical records!"
George Standford was left speechless. This...was his lifeblood!
Their gazes met in the air, competing silently.
Finally, George Standford was the first to admit defeat. He took a deep breath. "Fine, I'll help you check!"
"That's more like it." Sophie withdrew her hand with satisfaction.
He carefully removed the gauze from her face and closely examined her recovery. Her wound had been dampened by sweat earlier.
Although medicine had been applied promptly afterward, the situation still wasn't very optimistic.
