The scarred man lifted his eyes, his tone more frivolous: "What kind of hospital turns patients away? Are you hiding something shady here, like you don't know how to treat patients?"
Claire Prescott wasn't having it, her face instantly turned cold, "Are you going to see a doctor or not?"
A chill swept through as her icy voice emerged.
The scarred man's face was instantly clouded over, the red capillaries on his cheeks became more distinct.
He stared in silence for a few seconds.
Furiously, he slammed the table, "I'm not seeing a damn doctor anymore."
His voice echoed throughout the room.
Claire Prescott was not intimidated at all, her gaze calmly fixed on him, "There's the door, take care."
The scarred man gritted his teeth, his anger persisted.
He glanced subtly at Keane Lowell, then grudgingly turned and left.
Claire realized he dared not act against her because Keane was present.
Just as he reached the door.
