Betty sat alone in her sports car, taking a long time to gather courage before getting out and entering the hospital.
She didnât dare bring anyone else with her. This matter had to be kept confidential, and every additional person who knew about it was an additional risk.
Betty tried pushing the door, and it unexpectedly opened.
The hospital was deserted, as if it had been anticipating her arrival.
At that moment, Bettyâs phone rang.
Displayed on the screen was Tristanâs number that she just saved.
âHello?â she answered, trying to remain composed while looking. around cautiously.
âMs. Betty, Iâm waiting for you in the office on the second floor. Come on in.â
After saying that, Tristan promptly ended the call without wasting any words.
Betty clenched her teeth and went up to the second floor. She approached the office door and pushed it open.
Inside, Tristan, in a white coat, was sitting on the sofa with a smile, watching her.
When Betty saw him, her pupils constricted.
She finally understood why Sophia was so infatuated with this. doctor. He was handsome, refined, and had a good appearance.
âMs. Betty, you came quickly. I thought Iâd have to wait for you for a Tony un, âLetâs not waste each otherâs time, Dr. McAlister.â
Betty steadied herself, speaking coldly. âYou should know why Iâm here.â
âHowâs Madam Sophia lately?â
Tristan didnât directly respond to her words and instead jokingly. remarked, âItâs been a while since I last saw her. Honestly, I kinda miss her.â
âShut up!â
Betty glared at him, pointing at his mocking face with bloodshot eyes. âMy mother is the matriarch of Solana Cityâs top business family. Sheâs noble! How dare you harbor any thoughts about her!â
Tristan shrugged. âIâve never harbored any thoughts about her. From beginning to end, it was Madam Sophia who-â
âThatâs enough! Stop talking!â
Betty took a big step backward, feeling a strong wave of disgust rising from the depths of her heart.
âGive me the stuff now!â
âMs. Betty, youâre the heiress of a wealthy family, raised in luxury. Even if you donât understand the ways of the world, you should at least know how to make a polite request. Shouldnât you say a few courteous words?â Tristan said with a half-smile.
Betty gritted her teeth and said coldly, âDr. McAlister, since you have a close relationship with my mother, please take out what she needs now.â
Tristan didnât say much. He slowly took out a stainless steel medical box and shook it.
âAll the medications are in here.â
Bettyâs eyes lit up, eagerly reaching out to take it.
However, Tristan unexpectedly pulled the box back at that moment, leaving her grasping at thin air.
âW-What are you doing?â
âI have a relationship with Madam Sophia, but I donât have any relationship with you, Ms. Betty. So, canât just give this to you.â Tristan squinted his eyes, looking her up and down intriguingly.
His gaze was too explicit, like a fire burning from head to toe. Betty felt goosebumps all over her body, and her heart raced.
What did he want?
When a man used such a look and tone, it was usually a clear sexual suggestion.
Did he want her?
She was Sophiaâs daughter! Was this man trying to have both the mother and daughter? Wasnât that too extreme?