Waylon Lewis frowned, "What are you doing?"
Hope Williams spread her hands, looking pitiful as she reached out towards him, her eyes full of softness.
The center of Waylon's brows twitched, but he never let go.
"Waylon Lewis..."
Her voice was low, filled with a strong eagerness to please, incredibly soft.
"Please don't be angry, okay? I'm fine now, aren't I?"
The frown in Waylon's brow deepened, and he turned to leave.
Hope quickly grabbed him, not letting him go. Waylon did not speak and forcibly removed her hand, but she grabbed his hand again.
"I really know I was wrong..." She couldn't bear it when the patient's family members knelt down crying before her, nor could she ignore a patient.
At that moment, all she could think about was the patient.
She knew it was a bit risky, and that Waylon would definitely be angry, but she was a doctor, and in that situation, she couldn't ignore her patients.
"What did you do wrong?"
Waylon asked in a steady voice.