Chapter: 1457

Norah's delicate fingers quickly took the booklet, her eyes smiling as she read the familiar details. Derek, that poor soul, was indeed desperate for a remedy for his condition.

“Hey, who are you? I handed it to Dr. Lee. Who do you think you are?"

Sharon, already frustrated, exclaimed loudly upon seeing this.

Before Norah had a chance to reply, Carrington's face grew stern.

"This is my mentor. If you can't show her respect, you should leave. You're not welcome here.”

His reverence for his mentor was evident. How dare Sharon speak to Norah in such a disrespectful manner! Did she think he would tolerate that?

Even though members of wealthy families often looked down on her, Sharon had always felt above the average person. This was her first time being treated this way by someone she viewed as ordinary.

"Do you have any idea who you're dealing with? How dare you address me in such a manner? Believe it or not, I could have this tiny clinic shut down immediately!"

Sharon's eyes flared with rage as she yelled. Today, she had come only with her driver and was indifferent to the opinions of others.

As a distinguished member of the Carter family, receiving such treatment in a humble clinic could potentially tarnish her reputation if rumors began to circulate.

Bradshaw felt a chill run through him because every time he encountered someone from the upper class speaking in such a commanding tone, it terrified him.

After all, this was just a small clinic. Even though their reputation had attracted many wealthy patients, Carrington and he were just ordinary folks without prestigious backgrounds. Facing those from wealthy families, they had no choice but to comply.

Dealing with the ordinary residents of the slum was easy, but the wealthy were a different story; Bradshaw felt powerless against them.

Carrington gave Sharon a stern look, slamming the booklet onto the table. "If you don't apologize to my master, then please leave. If you can actually shut down our clinic easily as you asserted, then go ahead and give it a try."

He checked the records and saw that it was a common but embarrassing issue for middle-aged men. The patient would improve greatly if he followed the prescribed medication.

Carrington had been in a pleasant mood, but Sharon's attitude quickly darkened his expression.

“Bradshaw, escort the guest out."

He then turned to Norah with a smile.

"Master, don't take such remarks to heart. Even if some people beg to see you, you might not even treat them. It's her loss."

Sharon was furious, her manicured finger trembling as she pointed at Carrington. “You... How dare you!"

“Bradshaw, escort her out. Master, let's go inside and continue our discussion." Carrington turned and walked away, not allowing Sharon any opportunity to respond, displaying his disgust openly.

Insulting him was one thing, but disrespecting his master was something he couldn't tolerate.

Sharon reflected on her family's situation—-Carrington was the only one she could turn to now. Talented individuals often possess a sense of pride.

She composed herself and managed a forced smile. "It's all a misunderstanding. Dr. Lee, please stay."