Wendy was so agitated that her eyes turned crimson red, but Vinson remained calm as always as he responded over the phone. “This has nothing to do with that. That customer of ours is doing fine now, and he’ll be joining us at the press conference soon.”
“But I thought the news stated that he was still in the emergency room.” The girl widened her eyes in bafflement.
That’s true, but Arielle managed to treat him. He’s doing better now, so I won’t be needing your help.” There was pride in Vinson’s voice as he explained the situation to Wendy.
“Wait. What?” The girl could not believe what she heard. Arielle? She’s trained in medicine? How’s that possible?
Before Wendy could ask any more questions, Vinson continued, “If you really want to help me, then leave my house as soon as possible. Like I told you, you and I, it’s not going to happen. Please stop wasting both our time.”
The call dropped the second Vinson finished his sentence.
Obviously, the man thought he had said enough and made himself abundantly clear.
As if her heart had been broken into a million pieces, Wendy then started crying uncontrollably.
“What’s this? What’s the matter, Wendy?” asked Susanne, who was caught off guard by the sudden weeping. “Did that stupid boy turn you down? I know you’re just trying to be helpful. He has no idea how lucky he is to have you. But don’t you worry. I’ll scold some sense into him. You’ll see.”
Having only raised up boys, Susanne had no idea how to comfort the young lady. All she could do was assure Wendy that she would give Vinson a piece of her mind.
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