Reborn to Marry My Best Friend's Uncle novel Chapter 85

Annie stared at the hand clutching Sean's collar. Her knuckles were pale, and the veins on the back of her hand stood out sharply.

She was completely losing her composure, but she could not let herself fall apart in front of Sean. That would only make him more pleased with himself.

She abruptly let go. The force was so great that Sean staggered back, slamming into the chair behind him.

Then, Annie took a step back and straightened her slightly rumpled clothing. The redness in her eyes slowly faded.

Even looking at him for another second made her sick. Without uttering a single word, she turned to leave.

"I'll wait for your answer."

Sean adjusted the collar that she had wrinkled. His voice wasn't loud, yet it shot toward her back like a poisoned arrow.

"Cecilia's illness can't wait much longer."

A victorious smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He wanted to force her and see how much longer she could keep up the tough act.

Hearing that, Annie's footsteps halted. The hands hanging by her sides curled into tight fists.

This shameless man always knew exactly where her soft spots were.

She didn't look back. Instead, she only sped up her pace, and her figure disappeared through the doorway.

William leaned against the doorframe. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his white coat as he watched the entire scene unfold.

Raising his eyebrows, his gaze landed on Sean's face, full of smug satisfaction.

He thought that Sean was truly an unlikeable guy.

These past two days, William hadn't been idle. He had gotten the entire story from Michael in great detail.

Christian, that perennial block of ice, had finally taken a liking to someone. So what kind of friend would William be if he just sat back and watched?

Clearly, the man before him with the last name Frost was the culprit.

William strolled lazily into the office and closed the door behind him.

He walked up to Sean. The usual carefree expression on his face had faded, replaced by a doctor's calm, clinical scrutiny.

"Sean," he said.

In response, Sean looked up at him, annoyance and disdain flashing in his eyes. A nobody who had appeared out of nowhere actually dared to call him by name.

Even counting his previous life and this one, he had never seen William. Naturally, he didn't recognize him.

"Loud noises in the office are prohibited. Don't you know that?" William lazily asked, tapping a finger on the desk.

"And I heard that you once prescribed a prohibited medication to a patient. You've got guts. As a doctor, you're using a patient's family as leverage. Dr. Frost, what happened to your medical ethics?"

Sean's expression changed instantly. How did this person know about the prescription incident, and why was he talking to him in this tone?

"You—"

"What about me?" William cut him off. Although his smile was bright, it never reached his eyes.

"Given your serious violations of hospital regulations and the negative impact, your bonus this month is fully deducted. Immediately."

He continued, "Go to the medical administration office and write a three-thousand-word self-reflection. Then stand there for an hour and think about what you've done."

Sean shot to his feet, furious. "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to discipline me?"

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