Chapter 7: On the brink of losing his shit!
Micah sat stiffly on the hospital bed, his fingers curling into the thin sheets as he tried to minimise his presence in front of the third male lead.
After the vomiting fiasco, He didn’t want to make his impression on the doctor any worse. His heart drummed against his ribs as his gaze flickered toward the man standing at the foot of his bed, his expression unreadable.
The last thing he wanted was to be remembered by this man, especially considering what he knew about Silas from the novel.
Micah swallowed hard, lowering his eyes and forcing his shoulder to hunch slightly, attempting to shrink under Silas’s piercing gaze.
"Excuse me, if you are ready, I’ll begin my examination?"
Silas said, his voice was smooth and calm despite the displeasure he felt inwardly.
This patient was not within his usual working hours. It was his father’s request that had sent him to work overtime. Silas had been dragged out of bed for this, forced to watch the young man empty his stomach inches away from his shoes.
Silas did not care about the Ramsy Empire, but years of acting as a good son had resulted in showing up here.
Unfortunately, His expectations from last night had not been met with a satisfactory outcome, and he was already in a poor mood.
Now, Seeing the meek young man on the bed, his brow twitched in irritation and his mood darkened further.
The young man before him had a pale face, almost ghostly. His round hazel eyes drooped slightly, while the dark circles beneath them became more visible.