“Sir?”
Valerie's jaw dropped in shock. Maybe she has a poor hearing problem, if not, why would the President care if she's feeling better or not.
The President shook his head, and walked towards her. Her heart was racing fast as his pace increased. This should be a dream. Rebecca, on the other hand, kept glaring at her. If the eyes had bullets, she would have shot her dead that instant.
“Ethan, why do you care? I mean, she's getting the appropriate medication. Let's just go upstairs, I'm sure you're tired, and needs to rest” Rebecca snapped, and Ethan halted.
“Yeah right. This is partly your fault. And she's my worker, who is taking care of my daughter. You don't expect me to leave my child in the care of a wounded woman, do you?” The President countered expressionlessly.
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