Quietly closing the door, Howard Geoffrey's gaze swept over to Chester Robinson, who exuded an aura of coldness.
Chester Robinson held the newly processed hospital discharge documents, glaring furiously at Howard Geoffrey.
Howard Geoffrey raised an eyebrow, "I suppose you wouldn't want to talk with me standing here, would you?"
Chester Robinson tossed the papers aside and took the lead in walking away.
On the open-air balcony atop the hospital.
The wind was strong, constantly blowing and scattering debris atop the hospital.
The two stood at the balcony's railing, their faces seemingly calm, but beneath the surface, a storm was raging.
"I never imagined you would have such a scheme!"
Chester Robinson's face turned ashen, his features twitching slightly, his voice trembling from gritting his teeth.
Howard Geoffrey's lips curled into a smile, "Where'd you get that idea, Mr. Robinson?"
