“Dr. Mason, the surgery is about to begin.” A nurse’s voice cut through the tense silence.
“Let’s leave it at that,” Abigail said, glancing at me. “No one is to bring this up again.”
Then she grabbed Logan’s hand and added, “You’ll be my assistant today.”
“Okay,” Logan replied, but didn’t forget to shoot me a provocative look as he turned back. He even pushed the door wide open on purpose.
Outside, there were plenty of nurses and patients.
When they saw my shaved head, they froze for a second, then lowered their heads together, struggling not to laugh.
I clenched my fists but said nothing. With my bare head exposed, I walked out of the hospital.
The biting winter wind sliced across my scalp like a blade.
And yet, it made my mind clearer than ever.
I pulled out my phone and made a call. “Sis, help me deal with someone.”
“Who?” She answered with a single word—sharp, dangerous.
After all, she was a social powerhouse of the capital. Every rich young heir turned pale at the mention of her name.
“The person you hate most in that hospital.” I smiled faintly.
“Leave it to me!” She let out a laugh like a mischievous little devil.
A cold glint flashed in my eyes.