"Mr. Foster," Dr. Cred said, his brows drawing in an unpleasant frown. "What are you doing here?" His expression didn't hide his displeasure as he stared at Ryan.
Ryan never intended to eavesdrop. He was just there to talk about what happened the last day. But now that he had heard him ntion Dr. Cred in such an anxious tone, he was curious to know about it.
"Dr. Cred," Ryan began. "I ca here to apologize for how things turned out to be yesterday. Delyth was just being anxious for herself. I hope you didn't mind."
Dr. Cred recalled what happened the previous day and his expression slightly beca empathetic. 'It's fine, Mr. Foster. I can understand," he said in an understanding tone before continuing. "We deal with patients every day. We can understand what Ms. Ember must be undergoing. You don't have to apologize."
His gaze then darted to look towards the direction from where Ryan might have appeared. Looking at the bright bulb light on the top of the operation room, he said, "Is her surgery scheduled for today?"
Ryan looked back in the direction over his shoulders before turning to look back at the old man and nod. "Yes, it's in progress. Thank you for helping arrange it in your hospital."
"Oh, that was nothing," Dr. Cred said. "I have known you and your father for long. This was sothing I should have done. Dr. Walter is a great doctor abroad. It was an honour to et and greet him in person."
As he said that, Dr. Cred's lips curled up in a soft smile that might have eased his expression for a bit, but Ryan could still see the lines of worry on his forehead.
"Dr. Cred, is there sothing worrying you?" Ryan asked, looking at the old man with a serious expression. "We might not be close but you were once a friend to my father and my father had always respected you. If there is sothing I can help you with, you can tell . I will try my best to help you."
Ryan might not have understood much. But since the man had ntioned Dr. Clark's na, he thought that maybe Dr. Clark was making things tough because of the thing that happened last day.
If that were the case, it would be only better if Ryan could help him out of the situation.
Dr. Cred at once shook his head, refusing to reveal it at all. "Oh, there is nothing that difficult. It's just sothing related to the hospital and I can manage it on my own," he said before pausing to give a small smile. "But I am really pleased to see you value the old relationship. Thank you. I will rember to ask you when I need the help."
Even though he said that there was nothing to worry about, Ryan still felt there the old man was trying to hide the reality. If it was truly sothing regarding the hospital, why would he ntion Dr. Clark's involvent in it?
But since Dr. Cred has chosen not to reveal it to him, there was nothing he could do. Nodding to him, Ryan simply turned to walk back to the trail of chairs outside the operation theatre.
As he sat down on one of the chairs, Ryan weakly mumbled under his breath as if trying to keep it in his mory. Oblivion–X.
Taking the phone out, he was about to search for that na, but before he could type anything, his phone vibrated with an incoming call. His brows furrowed when he saw it was Zenith calling him.
Why would she call him? She already knew that he was here with Delyth.
With furrowed brows, he picked up the call. "Zenith, what's wrong?"
"Sir, actually I ca to your place to drop off the files that you asked to but I couldn't find your key at its usual spot. So, I called you to ask what should I do?" Zenith spoke softly and slowly, and Ryan could imagine her looking around at the sa ti, still trying to find the key that he forgot to keep there. "Should I go back to the company and co later?"
"That would be extra work for you, Zenith," Ryan said, pinching the space between his brows. "Actually, it's my fault. Last day, I used the spare key to open the door and had taken that key inside in my drunken state. And the next day I forgot to keep it back at the spot."
Usually, Ryan hasn't been like this. But since the day, he had made drinking his usual habit, nothing about him has remained the sa.
"Oh," Zenith didn't know what else to say. She couldn't possibly chide his boss for being careless, right?
After thinking for a while, she suggested. "It's fine, Sir. It won't be a problem. After I get off work later, I will drive back to your place and drop off the files. Or if you are coming ho late, let know the ti and I will —"
Before Zenith could speak more, Ryan interrupted her. "Zenith, you don't have to take so much pressure. I know I have to go through all those files by today and approve them, but you don't have to take all the responsibility on yourself."
"Then what should I do, sir?' Zenith asked, her voice hesitant. If she hadn't needed the clearance of the plans today, she would have easily suggested the next day. But this would help her in the appraisal and she couldn't ss it up.
"It's fine. You can go and leave the files inside. The password is 190596."
"But Sir, I …"
"It's okay, Zenith. I trust you." Ryan said, and for a mont Zenith was stuck dumb.
But then she quickly composed herself and punched in the six-digits. With a click, the door was opened. "I successfully opened the door, Sir," she said, and Ryan was about to hum at her and ask her to lock it before she left when she suddenly added, "Oh, yes, Sir. There is a celebratory envelope on the table outside. Should I also take that in and keep inside?"
"Celebratory envelope?" he asked, his brows drawing in confusion.
Zenith humd, explaining. "Yes, the red one that cos with a note card inside."
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