Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Not afraid of offending Timothy in the least.

"So, Mr. Herbert, are you trying to steal my woman?" Timothy's tone was cold, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

Herbert just smiled, calm and unbothered. “You mean the woman you were just holding? Relax, I'm not interested. You don't have to worry about me making a move on her. In fact, President Lawson, I wish you both a long and happy life together."

Timothy's eyes narrowed, a chill flashing across his face.

"If a doctor can't understand what his patient really needs, he's bound to make a fatal mistake."

The two men traded barbs, their words polite but edged with hostility. The tension in the room crackled like smoke before a gunfight.

Herbert's lips curved in a smirk and he raised his brows, utterly unfazed. "I never imagined President Lawson was so compassionate, worrying about my career with such concern. But I have plenty of confidence in my medical skills. No need for you to trouble yourself. Why not save your big-hearted care for someone else, someone who actually needs it?"

Little Mute was gentle and soft, easily bullied-she'd swallow her grievances without a word. But Herbert wasn't so easy to push around.

Timothy's expression darkened to stormy black.

"Timothy."

against the wall as she

check-up. Nothing serious. The doctor said I just need

alright, let's get you to a

"I just spoke to the ENT specialist-Dr. Wheeler, right?

been so focused on seeing Jessica with Herbert,

at every turn. And since Jessica was divorcing Timothy

grass growing out of her head-a very serious condition that really ought to be

frowned. "Dr. Wheeler, why are you being so hostile? Timothy and I are just worried about Jessica's health, that's all. Never mind,

guilt Timothy

wasn't sick, but came to the hospital anyway? There was

wasn't

things, he'd be the one growing grass

to him. "Let's