After knocking, Alyssa entered the office. She greeted Abe


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    “Ms. Alyssa, you looked flushed. Are you feeling unwell?” he asked with concem.


    “Ah, I’m fine,” she reassured him while silently cursing out Jasper. She took a deep breath and touched


    her burning cheeks. “Are Jasper’s CT scan results out yet?”


    “Yes.” Abel retrieved the scan results from his drawer and handed it to her gravely. She scrutinized the


    results under the office lights, her expression turning troubled as her heart sank.


    “Ms. Alyssa, you can tell what’s wrong, can’t you?” Abel looked worried. “But the surgery was a huge


    sess. Only three doctors in the country have seeded in performing this surgery sur


    “Is this what you call a sess?” she wondered, feeling frustrated. Her trembling hands lungs d by her


    body, ruffling the scan results.


    She groaned, “In my opinion, the surgery was a failure because of theplications!”


    The only thing she couldn’t bear was the taste of defeat, especially when it concerned … sper’s health.


    Clutching her sleeve, she felt a pang of heartache.


    Knowing that she was prideful, Abelforted her, “It was aplicated surgery. I’m not surprised at


    the


    “No wonder he was emotional when he saw me just now…” Her voice trailed off. She clenched her fists


    indignantly and inquired, “Is there any way to treat theplications?”


    Abel sighed. “We can only suppress his symptoms with sedatives. That’s the best option for the time


    being. However, the patient could better manage the symptoms if he remains calm and emotionally


    stable.”


    Emotionally stable? Did his emotions stabilize after kissing her?


    She gritted her teeth and blushed in embarrassment. Treating someone as thick-skinned as Jasper


    was


    no easy task.


    At midnight, two scantily dressed women in thigh-split dresses were entertaining Jameson in a treeriou


    lounge at The Millenaturn, they mostly served him alcohol and kept himpany.


    Everyone at The Millennium knew that Jameson was a clean freak, so the escorts knew better than to


    get


    Amidst the y of light and shadow, Jameson slumped on the couch and leaned back. His neckline


    breathtakingly graceful, like a work of art.


    One of the escorts, who was too engrossed in watching him, identally spilled a few drops of wine on


    the tip of Jameson’s spotless shoes.


    Her face drained of color as she apologized profusely to him, “M-Mr. Schmidt, I’m so sorry!”


    He slowly opened his eyes without looking at her. “Clean it up.”


    “Y-Yes!” Feeling relieved, she immediately knelt and shakily wiped his shoes clean with her dress.


    “Now, get lost,” he instructed her irritatedly and massaged his forehead,


    “Okay!” The woman retreated and stumbled out of the door.


    “You leave too,” Jameson added.


    The remaining escort fearfully scrambled to exit the lounge.


    As soon as they left, Carl cautiously entered the lounge and informed Jameson, ‘Mr. Schmidt, Ms.


    Altman has arrived.”