Chapter 51
She slowly stood up, closed her eyes, and cast aside all her pride and dignity. Taking a standard bow, she cursed inwardly but spoke in a gentle and agreeable voice, “Young Master Saxon, I was young and reckless and made a mistake in a moment of impulse. Please, magnanimous as you are, forgive me this once. From now on, I will remember this lesson and never make the same mistake again p>
A soft laugh escaped. Matthew Saxon curved his lips, slightly raising the corners of his long eyes. For the first time since she entered the ward, he looked at her directly, “Scarlett Yates, you can’t be naive enough to think that just by apologizing, the grudge between us can be forgiven and forgotten p>
Scarlett was so angry she almost lost her temper, but she had come prepared to endure his torment. At this moment, her mindset gradually calmed down.
His words, instead, gave her a sense of hope.
She stood obediently by the bedside, with her hands hanging in front of her, looking respectful. Even her voice was unusually soft and sweet, “Just apologizing certainly can’t calm Young Master Saxon’s anger. If you have any other instructions, please feel free to say p>
Looking at her deliberately ingratiating manner, Matthew Saxon’s smile deepened. He used a very natural tone to command, “Go to the Richmond Hotel and pack some abalone soup for me, I’m hungry p>
Thinking that he was still hospitalized, Scarlett’s professional instinct made her frown slightly, suggesting, “You’re a patient now, and should eat light. It’s best to avoid seafood p>
Matthew Saxon’s eyes narrowed, “So much nonsense. I’ll give you half an hour. If you exceed the time, don’t bother coming back to me p>
After speaking, he lifted his chin slightly, looking at the clock on the wall, with a half-smile, “Timing starts now p>
Outside the gates of Saint Mercy Hospital.
As soon as a taxi stopped, the door opened.
A small white figure shot out like an arrow from a bow. After getting off the car, there was no time to linger, and she ran straight towards the high-end VIP ward p>
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry The white figure ran too fast, too urgently, bumping into many people, constantly apologizing.
“Aren’t you Scarlett Yates from the nursing department? Why are you so reckless and in such a hurry, where are you going?” Among the people bumped into, a doctor recognized her, rubbed his reddened forehead, and frowned.
Although Scarlett had only been at Saint Mercy for two or three days, from the dean to the hospital janitors, everyone knew her “famous” name.
Baffled by the unexpected collision, the doctor was full of anger with no outlet to vent.
Who didn’t know that Scarlett was someone important? Chairman Seymour’s right-hand man, Roy Saxon, had personally come to the hospital to ask the dean to take good care of her.
Who dared to offend someone whom Roy Saxon personally vouched for?
“Sorry, really sorry Scarlett didn’t even have time to glance at whom she had bumped into. She apologized repeatedly, clutching the thermal box to her chest tightly, and continued to sprint towards the inpatient ward.
The VIP inpatient ward was always quiet, the white building nestled in a serene garden setting.
Rather than calling Saint Mercy a noble hospital, it was more like a vacation resort for recovery.
The hospital’s top inpatient area, with pavilions, corridors, small bridges, and running water, was nothing less than a fine garden.
The long corridor echoed with abrupt, hurried footsteps, shattering the peaceful atmosphere.
Scarlett ran until she was sweating profusely, her nurse’s cap tilting askew during the run, and her high ponytail had come loose, her pale face flushed as if it were filled with blood from the intense running.