HPDBC Chapter 259 Share the blame.
Chapter 259 Share the blame.
Jason didn't wait. He walked straight towards the exit. When Dr. Cred saw him leaving like that, he panicked. Rushing to him, he called, "Dr. Clark!" He wouldn't be able to catch him if Jason hadn't slowed his pace.
"Dr. Cred," Jason said, turning to the old dean with a faint but soft smile. "Sorry, I didn't see you running after me."
Dr. Cred gave an awkward smile before shaking his head. "Oh, I left the scene just after you."
"Oh," Jason looked towards the direction they came from. "I didn't notice. But anyway, was there anything important?"
Dr. Cred felt embarrassed and quickly said, "Oh I wanted to apologize to you. All that happened should have happened. I really had no idea that things would escalate like that and —"
Before he could say more, Jason showed his hand to stop him. "It's fine, Dr. Cred. I can see it all happened without your knowledge, and I don't blame you. I can understand."
The old dean smiled in relief, nodding. "Great, otherwise I thought we offended you." Then gesturing towards the opposite direction of the exit he asked, "The shall we?"
Jason's brows scrunched a little in confusion, understanding which Dr. Cred quickly explained. "You have something to ask me, for which we were heading to my office."
And then Jason remembered the real reason he was here. It wasn't definitely for a simple conference. He had almost forgotten it if Dr. Cred hadn't reminded him. But ... he checked the time on his watch and frowned slightly.
"Dr. Cred I was actually here to find out something but now, I don't think I have the time. If it's fine, can we discuss it tomorrow?"
Dr. Cred was already eased that he hadn't offended him so when he heard him about the next day, he nodded with great enthusiasm. "It's not a problem. Definitely not an issue. I will be here in the hospital. Just let me know when you are coming and I will have my undivided attention for you."
"Ryan —"
"Enough, Delyth. Don't me regret more than I am already regretting," he said. "Prepare yourself. Dr. Walter is one of the best and he will operate on you tomorrow."
"But Ryan —"
"Take it as your punishment. Maybe I have ignored it, but Heavens aren't. If not being able to dance for like is suffering for you then, you will have to suffer for life. Because no matter what we do, Dr. Clark won't treat you, and he made it very today. If you haven't yet understood it then nothing could explain you better."
Saying that, Ryan no longer stayed there. Turning, he left. Stopping at the door, he looked over the shoulder and said for the last time. "Delyth, you need to do things clearly. Arwen never did anything wrong to you. Over time, you have simply grown a habit of blaming it all on her. You started it just to make her look bad in front of me, and soon you started to use her as your shield to hide your misdeeds."
"Ryan, I didn't —"
"I am not blaming you because I know you are not alone at fault. By believing your every word and every complaint, I encouraged you. So, you are not completely at for, I share the blame with you and I won't shrug it off anymore. Because only by accepting it I will be able to make amends and that's what I have to do."
Delyth's fingers clenched but she didn't say anymore.
Ryan left and just as he walked out, he felt his phone ring. Receiving the call, he said, "Yes, Zenith."
"Sir, will you be coming to the company now? If yes, I will schedule your meeting with the client."
"Keep it some other day, Zenith. I have some other plans in the evening. I have to be there." With that, she hung up the call. Once done, he muttered, "Arwen, I hope you give me a chance. I won't let you regret it."