HPDBC Chapter 277 Don't like repeating myself.
Chapter 277 Don't like repeating myself.
"Are you sure, Dr. Cred that you don't want to reconsider it?" Though Jason's words came soft and polite, there was a subtle warning laced in his tone that was unmistakable. It was as if he was giving a chance to the old man to reconsider things well.
Dr. Cred didn't miss that subtle hint. But he chose to take it seriously. Not because he wanted to offend Jason, but because he wanted to save the name of his hospital. He was serious when he said that he was the Dean and couldn't put the hospital at risk by exposing the darkest past of the hospital's history.
"Dr. Clark, sorry, but that's the only thing I can't help you with. Being the dean here, I can't put my hospital at risk," Dr. Cred said.
Jason smiled, nodding. "I understand your helplessness, Dr. Cred," he said, but then interjected his words further. "But I think you misunderstood my intention over here."@@@@
As he said that, he pulled himself back to lean better on the chair, his legs elegantly crossed over the other, giving off the elegance for which he has been known for —always.
Dr. Cred paused at his words. Did he truly misunderstand his intentions? He tried to think back but couldn't understand anything.
"Dr. Clark, what do you mean?" he asked somberly.
Jason smiled his way, but his smile no longer carried the hint of warmth or politeness that it had carried all this while. His gaze just held the arrogance that he rarely put on. "Dr. Cred, who do you think I am?"
Retrieving his handkerchief, he slowly moved to wipe the sweat on his forehead. "Dr. Clark, please give me a chance, I —"
Before Dr. Cred could speak, Jason pushed his chair and stood up. "Sorry, Dr. Cred, though I respect you a lot, I am helpless to my principles as well. I don't give the opportunities to the people more than once. Given my respect for you, I still gave you two. But you refused to think it wise, now, I can't help you."
Dr. Cred panicked and stood up, imploring, "Dr. Clark, I didn't see through your good thoughts, please give me one more chance. I will make sure to help you as much as I can but don't reach out to the authorities. Our hospital's reputation might not be able to sustain through the consequences."
Jason didn't say more. Turning, he left, leaving Dr. Cred to think on his own. Once the door closed, the old dean slumped on the chair helplessly, shaking his head to himself in both helplessness and dejection.
Outside, as Jason strutted, he dialled a number on his phone and gave out the orders. "Get me all the information as soon as possible." With that, he said nothing more and disconnected the call and strutted away.
While he was walking out, his steps slowed a little when saw someone blocking his way. But even though his steps slowed, he never paused to give the importance for which the man was standing his way.
Giving just a glance to Ryan, Jason walked past him. It was blatant ignorance that made Rya's blood boil. His fingers clenched as he spoke through gritted teeth. "Dr. Clark, wait for a second. I have something to talk to you."
Jason's steps paused as he slowly turned to look at Ryan, "If it's about the same request from yesterday, Mr. Foster, I hope that you remember my answer well. I don't like repeating myself."
Ryan clenched his jaws as he slowly faced to say, "It's not about Delyth. I want to talk to you about something else."