Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 257

Delyth felt losing patience. Not able to hold it any longer, she reached out to grab Ryan’s arms before pulling it slightly to catch his attention. "Ryan, please," she said. "That’s not important now. You said you would help me. Please do that first."

Ryan wanted to retort her but when he caught the sight of her panicked face, he couldn’t shrug it. Taking a deep breath, he nodded to her before turning again to look at Jason.

"Dr. Clark," he began, his tone smooth but carrying an annoyed edge to it. "In the recent few days, I have tried ways to book an appointment with you but given your busy schedule couldn’t get the chance. But since today, I got a chance to meet you here, I would like to request you to help with my sister’s case." He then slightly turned and gestured towards Delyth. "She is a dancer and her legs are important to her. We believe that with you taking her case, she would be able to dance again.

"Sister?" Jason repeated, his lips tugging slightly with a hint of mockery. He could have masked it well if he had wanted to but he deliberately kept it evident on his face so that he could irk Ryan. "You sure are a caring brother, Mr. Foster —a true inspiration."

Ryan frowned. "What are you trying to say?"

Jason smiled and glanced at Delyth before shaking his head to nothing. "I just mean you are over-praising me. I don’t think I did anything to deserve your praises."

"You —"

Before Ryan could speak anything, Delyth interrupted him, speaking to Jason in her softest tone. "Dr. Clark, you deserve all the praises. We are still saying less. I have heard you are the best among the others. As long as it’s you treating a patient, they tend to recover better," her words clearly set forth to flatter the man, but little did she know that none of her tricks were going to work.

"I am a dancer and dance is my passion. I can’t live without it but given my condition, the doctors are saying that I can’t recover enough to dance. But I am sure as long as you treat and operate me, I will be able to dance again. Please, please, Dr. Clark, treat me, so that I can once again get back on the stage"

She then turned to Ryan and smiled to add, "And don’t worry about your fees. As long as you promise to help me, Ryan will fulfill your all demands."

At this, Dr. Cred couldn’t keep his composure any longer. All this while he was trying hard to not react, but what the woman said just now, pushed him off the edge. He coughed has as if she had choked on air.

Was she even serious?