Edwin Blake furrowed his brow, losing patience. He commanded coldly, his tone leaving no room for refusal, "It's fine if you don't see her, but can you guarantee your hand will be fine for the designer competition? I've told you, right now, Ivy River is the only doctor who can treat you!"
Isla Sutton still wanted to say something.
Edwin Blake cut her off, "Harry Ross, drive Isla to the hospital, then head back to Seaton. I need to personally attend that meeting this afternoon."
Harry Ross immediately complied, starting the car quickly. He considerately told Isla Sutton, "The President didn't sleep well last night. Please let him rest for a while; he has a meeting at the company soon."
Isla Sutton glanced cautiously at Edwin Blake and remained silent.
She brooded alone.
If it got out that Ivy River was treating her, she would be a laughingstock among the elite circles!
The car slowly arrived at Riverland Hospital.
