Reborn to Marry My Best Friend's Uncle novel Chapter 85

Annie stared at the hand clutching Sean's collar. Her knuckles were pale, and the veins on the back of her hand stood out sharply.

She was completely losing her composure, but she could not let herself fall apart in front of Sean. That would only make him more pleased with himself.

She abruptly let go. The force was so great that Sean staggered back, slamming into the chair behind him.

Then, Annie took a step back and straightened her slightly rumpled clothing. The redness in her eyes slowly faded.

Even looking at him for another second made her sick. Without uttering a single word, she turned to leave.

"I'll wait for your answer."

Sean adjusted the collar that she had wrinkled. His voice wasn't loud, yet it shot toward her back like a poisoned arrow.

"Cecilia's illness can't wait much longer."

A victorious smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He wanted to force her and see how much longer she could keep up the tough act.

Hearing that, Annie's footsteps halted. The hands hanging by her sides curled into tight fists.

This shameless man always knew exactly where her soft spots were.

She didn't look back. Instead, she only sped up her pace, and her figure disappeared through the doorway.

William leaned against the doorframe. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his white coat as he watched the entire scene unfold.

Raising his eyebrows, his gaze landed on Sean's face, full of smug satisfaction.

He thought that Sean was truly an unlikeable guy.

These past two days, William hadn't been idle. He had gotten the entire story from Michael in great detail.

Christian, that perennial block of ice, had finally taken a liking to someone. So what kind of friend would William be if he just sat back and watched?

Clearly, the man before him with the last name Frost was the culprit.

William strolled lazily into the office and closed the door behind him.

He walked up to Sean. The usual carefree expression on his face had faded, replaced by a doctor's calm, clinical scrutiny.

"Sean," he said.

In response, Sean looked up at him, annoyance and disdain flashing in his eyes. A nobody who had appeared out of nowhere actually dared to call him by name.

Even counting his previous life and this one, he had never seen William. Naturally, he didn't recognize him.

"Loud noises in the office are prohibited. Don't you know that?" William lazily asked, tapping a finger on the desk.

"And I heard that you once prescribed a prohibited medication to a patient. You've got guts. As a doctor, you're using a patient's family as leverage. Dr. Frost, what happened to your medical ethics?"

Sean's expression changed instantly. How did this person know about the prescription incident, and why was he talking to him in this tone?

"You—"

"What about me?" William cut him off. Although his smile was bright, it never reached his eyes.

"Given your serious violations of hospital regulations and the negative impact, your bonus this month is fully deducted. Immediately."

He continued, "Go to the medical administration office and write a three-thousand-word self-reflection. Then stand there for an hour and think about what you've done."

Sean shot to his feet, furious. "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to discipline me?"

After all this time, the bone marrow situation had made no progress. And now, he had even humiliated himself because of Annie.

Cecilia could no longer rely on him, and she didn't have much time left. No matter what, she would get Annie's bone marrow.

Grabbing her phone from the bedside table, she typed a quick message and sent it out, "Get ready. Proceed as planned."

After that, she pulled out the IV needle and forced herself out of bed despite feeling weak.

Cecilia opened the cabinet and took out a set of casual clothes she had prepared long ago. She then put on a hat and a face mask.

Taking advantage of the moment when the nurse went on rounds, she lowered the brim of her hat and slipped out of the room quietly. She needed to handle something personally.

Avoiding crowds, she soon arrived at the elevator.

When she saw the elevator doors slowly closing, she panicked and instinctively stuck her foot in. The doors sensed the obstruction and reopened.

Cecilia sighed in relief, only to find someone was already inside when she stepped in.

The person stood with their back to her. They were wearing a wide bucket hat and a mask, wrapped tightly from head to toe.

Just as she was silently guessing, the person seemed to sense her gaze and shifted slightly. Then, a corner of a familiar limited-edition designer bag peeked out from under the coat.

Cecilia froze.

That bag—she had seen it in a magazine not long ago. It had appeared in photos of Maeve at the airport.

"Maeve?" Cecilia wondered why she was here and why she was going to the OBGYN department.

At that, a shocking thought appeared in Cecilia's mind.