Alas, Tom interrupted her, "That's enough! Are you ever going to stop? You're just an employee of my family's hospital, so please stop calling Regina Dr. Whitaker every time you talk to me. It's bad enough she's causing trouble, but you're all helping her?"
The young nurse tried to say more, but Tom had already hung up.
A trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.
Five days later, he finally dialed my number for the first time, but no one was going to answer it anymore.
Frustrated, he tossed the phone onto the sofa, only to pick it up again a few minutes later. Staring at our blank chat window that had been silent for days, he let out a heavy sigh and typed a message.
[Regina, can you please stop making a fuss? I really did lose my temper with you that day when Dina was giving birth because I was worried. If someone who works for me gets into trouble, how can I ever do business outside again? Especially Dina, you know that she saved my life eight years ago. We can't be ungrateful people.]