Chapter 61
Her words were undoubtedly like salt on Matthew Saxon’s wound, and it was likely that at this moment, he wished he could tear himself apart.
She had yet to earn his forgiveness, and had offended him again, adding new grudges to old ones. She felt like she might die a miserable death.
Conscientiously, she picked up the medicine box, planning to leave. Rising to her feet, she said, “Young Master Saxon is in a bad mood, and so makes others uncomfortable too. But what does that change? I’m bringing misery upon myself, yet I don’t regret it p>
She turned and walked out, her face full of dejection, shoulders drooping.
Perhaps her time at Saint Mercy was about to end.
Everyone knew that the Saxon Family owned a major share of Saint Mercy Hospital. With just one word from the second young master of the Saxon Family, did she still have a chance to stay?
Offending Matthew Saxon was like cutting off her own future.
Scarlett Yates felt stifled and uncomfortable inside. Even her steps had become much heavier, feeling wronged and upset, wanting only to cry her heart out.
But… she would never cry in front of Matthew Saxon.
That despicable and bastardly man was just waiting to see her embarrassed, and she would not give him the satisfaction!
“Abandoning the wound half-treated, your skills aren’t great but your temper is; is this your work attitude?” the cold voice behind stopped her footsteps.
Scarlett Yates turned back in astonishment.
Her eyes blurred with moisture, only able to see the man slumped at the bedside seemed to frown in displeasure.
Scarlett Yates hesitated for a few seconds, not rushing over with joy as before, then cautiously and thoughtfully began to speak: “Young Master Saxon, I just started my internship at the hospital, without much work experience, I can’t take good care of you, I think p>
“Scarlett Yates.” The low, cold voice interrupted her words, slowly saying: “Do you have such little confidence in yourself p>
No matter how confident she was in herself, it wouldn’t help.
If he deliberately made things difficult, no matter what she did, he would never be satisfied.
“I’ll give you an opportunity, if you can perform to my satisfaction during this period, I will suggest to the dean to let you stay directly at Saint Mercy p>
Scarlett Yates slowly widened her eyes, seriously doubting if she had misheard.
“You can also refuse, but Saint Mercy doesn’t need people without ability.” Matthew Saxon’s voice was so mild that it seemed to be about something insignificant, his expression calmly looking at her.
He did not give her even a moment to consider.
Seeing her still waver, he raised his brows impatiently. “I’m not interested in waiting for you to consider slowly, if you find this so difficult, then leave p>
“I’ll stay p>
Scarlett Yates punched her time card in the last minute.
Exhausted by the troubles Matthew Saxon had given her yesterday, she fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow once she returned to the dormitory.
She slept deeply and sweetly, so much so that she didn’t even hear the alarm, and when she woke up, there were only fifteen minutes left before work time.
Her face unwashed, hair unkempt, she ran hurriedly all the way here.
Fortunately, the employee building of Saint Mercy wasn’t far from the hospital.
Arriving outside Matthew Saxon’s ward, she vaguely heard a woman’s voice drifting from the ajar door.
George led her inside.
The conversation suddenly stopped.
She saw Emmy Thompson and the head nurse bending respectfully at the bedside.
The man leaning against the bed shook off yesterday’s gloom, his dark eyes sparkling alluringly, lazily nestling against the soft pillows.