Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 97

Just when all those thoughts were running through my mind, I didn’t realize that the man standing close to me had raised his hand.

“I’m a doctor,” Hayden stated as he raised his hand.

What?!

“What are you doing? This isn’t some joke! Someone really needs help,” I hissed at him in shock as I tried to pull his raised arm down to his side.

What kind of bullshit is Hayden spouting now? Hayden…a doctor? Impossible. Hayden is a mafia gang leader.

“I’m offering help. Can’t you see?” Hayden replied bluntly.

“No…but you’re not…” I said, in shock and confusion.

“I’m a doctor,” Hayden stated firmly.

“You’re a…doctor?” I repeated in disbelief.

“…What’s with the face?” Hayden asked mockingly.

“You’re kidding right?” I said, still unable to believe him.

“You’re a doctor, Sir?” a young man who was a member of the staff came running up to Hayden.

From the worried look on his face, I feared that the incident was an emergency. Hopefully, no one got badly hurt. Suddenly, I felt a little scared.

Hayden grabbed my hand and held it tightly before he presented his doctor license to the staff with his other hand. My eyes grew wide when I saw that he had a license. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that Hayden was a doctor. A bad doctor…my mind whispered…

“Is that fake?” I asked, suspiciously.

It’s fake, right? Like you know, those fake IDs and passports. That license is also fake…right?

Hayden just rolled his eyes at me in annoyance before he ignored me completely and turned to the park staff.

“What happened?” Hayden asked, getting straight to the point.

“Please come this way. A girl got lost and we’re still unable to locate her parents. She’s waiting with the staff, but I guess she got panic and scared. We’re not sure but we think she’s having an asthma attack or something…” the staff quickly explained the situation.

“I see. Let’s go,” Hayden said as we hurriedly followed the staff to where the girl was.

The young man led us to the staff room where there was another staff and the girl in question. One look at her and I agreed with the man that she seemed to be having an attack of some sort. The girl looked scar and very panic. She had difficulty breathing and was panting hard while making weird noises.

“Does she have a bag? Where’s her bag?” Hayden asked immediately while he crouched down next to the girl.

“Her bag…yes, she has a bag,” the staff said.

“Malissa, can you check if she’s got a breather in there?” Hayden instructed without looking at me. His eyes her on the girl.