Cameron could only sigh, "Miss Swain, I wish I could help you. But Chase is basically a Godzilla spitting fire when he's officially pissed off…"
When Lola stepped inside the living hall, she saw Chase sitting on the couching, cold eyes as hard as stone.
Her breath caught in her chest.
She repeated to herself that she needed to stay calm. She was here to make her patient feel better. She was not doing anything wrong…
"Madam Dussa, what a lovely coincidence," Chase's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
He knew this woman must be hiding something.
Lola could only play dumb as she smiled, "Coincidence? Probably yes. But you don't seem pleased to see me, Mr. Dalton."
"There're countless patients to heal in this city, Swain. Why did you pick my mother?"
Why?
Because I can do whatever I wan
