Ryan felt a headache building. He didn't know what else to say. He had put a lot of effort into ensuring that Delyth received the best treatment and could recover, but her attitude now was making an already difficult situation more frustrating.
His gaze turned sharp at her stubbornness. "So, you are saying that you don't want to get treated anymore?" he asked.
And Delyth immediately retorted with a mocking chuckle. "Get treated?" she repeated as if his words were some kind of joke. "Really, Ryan?" Her voice dipped in sarcasm. "Do you truly want to just want to just treat me?"
Ryan frowned, his patience thinning. Pointing a finger, he gestured around the room and asked, "What else do you think all this for? If not for treating you, why else do I make so many arrangements? Do you think requesting Dr. Walter to take the case was easy? It was not. But I made it happen so you could get treated and—"
