Iris Yael took the business card handed to her, her expression unchanged.
She opened the drawer and threw in Lydia Shire's card.
"Miss Shire, this change of attitude makes me suspect that what people are saying about you outside is true."
"Dr. Yael should focus on her own work, shouldn't she?"
Lydia Shire's face turned ugly, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Do you think I'm not good enough at my job, Miss Shire?"
Or is it because what Miss Shire was initially interested in was not my medical skills, but just trying to find a way to show off in front of me?"
So I would know that you've taken away my daughter's things, and I can't do anything to you?"
"Dr. Yael, don't you think you're unworthy of this white coat? I'm just your patient now."
Lydia Shire looked at Iris Yael and began to criticize her from a moral high ground.
The stance of her being a victim was somewhat laughable.
