Where is he?

Delyth was taken aback, her face red in embarrassment. She knew convincing Dr. Clark would be difficult, but she never knew it would be so humiliating. She might be in a wheelchair now, but she was the country's renowned ballet dancer. How could he demean her like that? 

"Dr. Clark, I —" 

"Enough!" Jason snapped. His voice wasn't loud, but it was so cold that it almost froze the crowd around them. "Don't cross my patience, Ms. Ember. I might be warm and gentle to my patients, but I won't sit back and casually take people badmouthing my family." 

The doctors, nurse and Delyth flinched, and so did Dr. Cred. For a moment, dreadful silence filled the air as if everyone was scared to make any noise. But after the briefest second, people recovered. 

The nurses who had just attended the conference started first. Their voices were merely a whisper but given how to silence the air around, it rang clear to the ears.