I chuckled, "I've told you this so many times."
Willard ran his fingers through his hair in irritation. "I've been so busy lately, I forgot. Anyway, your injury's healed, skipping one visit won't kill you."
I watched him in silence. "The doctor said if I don't take proper care of it, it might flare up again."
That man fell silent, his eyes flashing with irritation when he looked up again. "Are you trying to bring up that scar again?"
So, my reminder had become a bargaining chip for him to take credit.
Willard became furious when I remained silent. "Why are you giving me that expression again? I just didn't go with you to the hospital. Do you have to be so dramatic?"
I glanced at his shirt collar and murmured, "You forgot to wipe the cream off your collar."
Willard instinctively reached for his collar, but then his hand froze midair. "You … "
I slowly added, "The watch on Jolene's wrist suits her well."
His face instantly turned a deep shade of red. He pointed at me, shaking with anger. "You followed me, huh? Cynthia Serrano, are you sick? She just got back to the country and isn't used to things yet. What's wrong with me taking her out to clear her head?"