These words are unbearable to hear.
Really unbearable.
Listening further might pose a safety risk.
President Blake seems celibate on the surface, but how come he's like this when pursuing his wife in private?
Isabella Yeaton thought, touching her burning ear, unable to stop shivering.
Ivy River's angry voice came through the glass door, "Edwin Blake, get out immediately, my office does not welcome you."
"It's my turn next; you should be treating me now, Doctor River."
Edwin Blake spoke calmly and unhurriedly.
Ivy River took a deep breath and put down what she was doing, "Come on, sit down. I'll treat you now."
"Aren't you busy? It's fine, I can wait."
Ivy River gave him a resentful look, "Give me your hand, I'll treat you first. Why do you always have so much going on?"
Edwin Blake wasn't moved at all, speaking faintly.
"You're busy, and I'm worried it'll affect your important tasks later. If you go home and tattle to Grandma..."
Hearing him mention Grandma.
