She finished speaking, full of hope, waiting for him to understand her point.
She didn't expect the silent man, who had been allowing her to speak, to wipe the corner of her mouth and say indifferently, "Finished?"
"...I'm finished." His reaction was not what she had anticipated.
Baron Lawrence's gaze fell on her. Even though he was speaking calmly, it held an implication of impending conflict, "You said that the doctor just asked you inappropriate questions and looked at you in an uncomfortable way, right?"
Enna Clark sensed something was wrong, "No, I'm saying that before you make any decisions, could you please discuss them with me first? Don't be so impulsive."
"I only heard you say that the doctor is a gossip and has skewed vision." Baron Lawrence's gaze was harsh, "For someone who can't even take care of their own eyes, I wouldn't mind helping her get rid of them!"
