Rhett’s tone wasn’t harsh, yet it carried an unquestionable sense of pressure.
Dr. Everett was visibly taken aback for a moment. An inexplicable trace of guilt rose in his chest, but he still refused to back down verbally. “Whether I smoke or not—what business is it of yours?”
Rhett looked at him calmly, without the slightest sign of anger, and simply added, “This is a hospital room.”
Just four words, yet they left no room for rebuttal.
Dr. Everett clenched his jaw. In the end, he stuffed the cigarette and lighter back into his pocket, his tone clearly displeased. “Aria didn’t say anything. You sure like to meddle.”
As he said that, his gaze kept flicking toward me.
My hand paused mid-motion as I ladled the soup. My throat tightened, but I still spoke softly, “I… I’m not very used to
