Aiden pushed Mr. Zhao's wheelchair toward the waiting car, with the bodyguard following close behind. Mr. Zhao grumbled the whole way, clearly irritated.
"I'm fine. You doctors always blow things out of proportion," Mr. Zhao snapped, his tone full of impatience.
Aiden shook his head, knowing better than to argue but couldn't resist reminding him. "You promised you'd cooperate if I took you to the gala, remember? Shouldn't you be satisfied by now? Or are you planning to ask for home care after this too?"
Mr. Zhao shot him a sharp look. "What's with all the nagging, huh? You weren't this talkative earlier."
"That's because Dr. Lim tore into me for taking you out of the hospital," Aiden replied, his tone firm but calm. "I went against her orders. So don't blame me if she insists on personally overseeing your care from now on, as she should."
Mr. Zhao scowled. "I won't let that cursed woman near me again."
