Dr. Shawn Webb, ever the loyal lackey, couldn't bear to see Valerie distressed and insisted the misdiagnosis was his fault alone, absolving Valerie of any wrongdoing.
"Miss White, are you telling me you can't tell if you're sick or not? What are you, an idiot?"
Disgusted by the schemer and her sycophant, I couldn't resist a jab at Valerie, then turned my attention to Shawn.
"Dr. Webb, if you can't diagnose such a basic illness, you really shouldn't be a doctor. Maybe selling sweet potatoes is more your speed."
These two were nothing but toxic obstacles on the path of the main characters' romance.
Although their schemes were exposed for now, who knows when they might try again. To ensure a stable happy ending for the leads, I pressed on to ensure these villains were thoroughly dealt with.
Clayton was previously blinded by his past friendship with Valerie, but he was no fool. At my prompting, he coolly gestured with his hand.
In an instant, bodyguards stepped up, took hold of Valerie White and Shawn, and escorted them out.
