She sneaked a glance at Anthony Davis, and his face still bore no special expression, just that his eyes were a bit colder when he looked at her.
Mrs. Herd covered her face, thinking it was over for her: he was so petty, he must have made another mental note against her.
After the doctor examined Mrs. Herd, he said, "You have a slight fever and a sore throat, so you need another injection."
Mrs. Herd almost leaped off the stool: "Haven't I already had one, Mum?"
Anthony Davis's voice came coldly from behind: "You had breakfast this morning, so you don't need to eat tomorrow morning."
Mrs. Herd trembled: "Doctor, can I not have the injection? I'll be fine just taking medicine."
Anthony Davis: "No."
He told the doctor: "Give her the injection."
The doctor dared not hesitate and quickly nodded.
Mrs. Herd gritted her teeth: "It's my own body, why can't I make my own decisions?"
Anthony Davis suddenly smiled at her: "Are you sure?"