"I'm sure of it. I'm allergic to longans. I'll throw up if I eat them..." For a more realistic effect, Ivy Holden had secretly eaten three longans.
Jackson Trueman didn't rush to give Ivy Holden an injection. Instead, he dutifully performed an examination, drew blood, and ran tests. However, to alleviate her suffering, he had a nurse bring Ivy Holden an anti-allergy pill to take.
"Dean Trueman, would you please step out for a moment?" Jensen Morrison's face was as black as thunder, and his gaze was as cold as ice, cutting across Ivy Holden's face.
Jackson Trueman took the hint, stepping out and closing the emergency room door behind him.
"Care to explain?" Jensen Morrison asked coldly, his arms crossed.
"I'm turning his own plan against him!" Ivy Holden explained quickly, laying out her entire scheme for Jensen Morrison.
