“No, there’s no need. I can buy one myself,” she protested, defiance flashing in her eyes.
He ran a hand through his hair—an unusual gesture for someone usually so composed.
“I know… I was just—” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “I just want to help… in any way I can. Please.” He paused, looking at her with quiet intensity. “I couldn’t arrange the funds for you, and now this… let me at least buy you a new phone.”
He sounded nervous, unsure of himself.
But Rosa felt strange when she saw nothing but concern and pity in his eyes. She didn’t want that.
“It’s fine. There’s really no need to buy anything,” she said gently but firmly. “I’m serious, Doctor. And I’m already grateful for everything you’ve done. You arranged that meeting for Renzo. I can’t thank you enough. I’ll try
