Tyrone flinched. Obviously, the doctor had some problems with him, and he could already tell why.
'The feeling's mutual. I don't like you either,' Tyrone inwardly grumbled with an apparent frown.
He glanced at Raine and said, "I'll take my leave. Just call me if you need me for anything."
"No, stay here," Raine firmly answered. Like Tyrone, she, too, was frowning. Whether they like it or not, Tyrone was now her right-hand man.
Janus's face fell. He looked absolutely displeased, but he immediately schooled his expressions.
"Janus, Tyrone is my right-hand man, so you can discuss everything in front of him," Raine firmly stated. "He is someone I can trust my life with, so disrespecting him is the same as disrespecting me."
Janus cleared his throat and said, "Alright, Raine. If that is what you want..."
