Chapter 754
Chapter 754:
“No, I simply cannot endure the environment in this place,” Milton replied, his voice tinged with frustration. “The smell of disinfectant is overpowering, and the ward is far from clean. I even spotted strands of hair on the floor. People are constantly coming and going, and any unfamiliar nurse can walk in and change my medication without my knowledge. It’s unbearable.” Milton’s gaze dropped, and he tugged at his patient clothes. “And these wretched garments…”
muttered, “They’re too filthy to be shared with others. Call someone to replace them for me. I find it difficult to acclimate to this unfamiliar setting. I must leave the hospital.”
Raul was dumbfounded. Wasn’t this the norm for all hospitals? Harmony Hospital held the pinnacle of quality and was Ploville’s most opulent healthcare institution. Was Milton being overly critical?
“What’s your plan after storming out?” Raul inquired, baffled.
“Obviously, I’ll be heading to her residence. Coordinate private, professional healthcare providers and nurses for my service, plus nutritionists and top-notch chefs to curate wholesome meals on a daily basis.” He then directed, “Insist they don’t linger. I prefer not to interact with unfamiliar faces. Also, have my housekeeper sanitize her home daily. I’d rather not find any leftover traces of others.”
They all fell silent, their words stuck in their throats.
Candice was the most flabbergasted by Milton’s words.
Not once did he seek her consent, even though he was intending to inhabit her house. It felt as if it was his house, not hers. Milton was a severe germaphobe, exhibiting almost obsessive-compulsive behavior. His symptoms seemed to have worsened after the car crash.
Raul gestured towards Milton’s wounded right arm and questioned, “But your arm is in bad shape. If you get out, who will look after your day-to-day needs?”
Milton casually glanced at Candice, replying, “Obviously, she will. Isn’t that how it should be?”
He stated it as if it was the most natural thing.
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Their words were swallowed once again by the awkward silence.
Pulling at his clothes in distaste, Milton grumbled, “Damn it! These dirty clothes are unbearable. How can I possibly remove them? Call Jarrod at once and instruct him to fetch me a clean outfit.”
“Don’t strain yourself. Be cautious not to exacerbate your injury,” Candice cautioned him.
Milton, holding back his discomfort, prodded the immobile Raul. “What are you standing around for? Get on the phone with Jarrod already.” Bettina remained mute, without a single word to offer.
Raul was dumbfounded. Wasn’t this the norm for all hospitals? Harmony Hospital held the pinnacle of quality and was Ploville’s most opulent healthcare institution. Was Milton being overly critical?
“What’s your plan after storming out?” Raul inquired, baffled.
“Obviously, I’ll be heading to her residence. Coordinate private, professional healthcare providers and nurses for my service, plus nutritionists and top-notch chefs to curate wholesome meals on a daily basis.” He then directed, “Insist they don’t linger. I prefer not to interact with unfamiliar faces. Also, have my housekeeper sanitize her home daily. I’d rather not find any leftover traces of others.”
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