Annabelle's gaze went cold, and she instantly averted her eyes.
Leona Grant scoffed. "You've already used it. What's the harm in taking a look?"
Annabelle closed her eyes and started to walk out. "I'll go find a male doctor for you."
"Stop—"
Leona Grant's deep-set eyes narrowed coldly.
He'd been in the hospital for two days. For the first two, the swelling had been horrific. He rejected everyone's help, applying the medicine himself.
He wouldn't even let Chase, who had been with him for so long, help him, let alone anyone else.
Leona Grant watched Annabelle coolly, a deliberate smirk playing on his lips. "No need. I… want *you*, Dr. Linton, to apply my medicine."
Annabelle's eyes narrowed dangerously as she glared at him. "I truly regret not taking a pair of scissors to you that morning," she said through gritted teeth.
