Mr George, Don't Be So Arrogant

Chapter 101 Originated From A Medical Incident Five Years Ago

They worked all day and didn't get all the patients arranged until after 7 pm. All the nurses and doctors

were exhausted, and Riley and William were no exception.

Riley sat in her chair. Her face was covered in sweat and her clothes stained with the blood of the

patients. She weakly took off her blood-covered gloves and threw them in the bin.

William brought over two glasses of water, "How's that? Are you okay?"

Riley wiped the sweat from her face, "Thanks ... I'm fine."

Drinking the water, Riley took a big breath, "Fortunately, you handled the cardiac arrest just in time."

"You were excellent too. Dr. Watson, you amaze me with your fast thinking."

"You don't have to be so polite."

William smiled, "Indeed, there is no need. Then I will toast you with water instead of wine for the patient

who was just there."

"You too."

The two clinked the paper cups in their hands. There was nothing more pleasant than saving the life of

a dying patient.

After a break, William looked at the blood on Riley's body, "Did you have a change of clothes in the

hospital? I'm afraid no one will dare take you home if you go out in a taxi like that."

Riley then noticed that she was covered in blood. She frowned, "There should be. I'll go and change.

Mr. Hardesty, you should get home early from work too."

"Okay."

Riley got up holding onto the back of her chair. Her arms were sore and numb from all the effort she'd

put into resuscitating the patient, so William gave her a hand, "Let a male doctor do CPR in the future.

You're not strong enough, and you need to save your strength for more important things."

"Thanks, I'll take care of that."

She went to change and William went to the lift, "Dr. Watson, why don't we have dinner together

tonight? You ate half of your breakfast and barely ate anything for lunch. Your body won't stand it if you This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

go home like that."

It was almost eight o'clock. She and Euan had been apart for nearly twelve hours.

"No, I want to go home and take a shower and go to bed early. Tomorrow is Monday and I still have to

work."

Changing out of the clothes she had left at the hospital, Riley dragged her tired body back to the villa in

a taxi.

Entering the door, Riley kicked off her shoes as her arms went limp. A loud woman's laugh came down

from the first floor.

She squeezed a sour smile from her somewhat haggard face.

It had only taken half an hour's drive back to their tender home from the bloody emergency room, but

the gap was so wide.

"Mrs. George, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so pale?"

Riley waved her hand, "Pour me a glass of water."

"Yes, Mrs. George, please have a seat."

Sophia brought the water over, "Have you eaten? The chef has made chicken soup. I'll serve you a

bowl."

She was indeed very hungry and tired and did not refuse.

The soup was made for pregnant women, and Lydia instructed the chef not to put this in, not to put that

in, and how the heat should be.

The maids were baffled that Euan had allowed her to command all the people in the house without any

reaction.

Was the tide really going to turn?

The chicken soup was served and Riley blew on the heat and took a sip. It tasted delicious and the

chicken was cooked to perfection and melted in the mouth.

She was eating it when a tall, black man came down from the first floor.

She didn't need to look to know who it was.

"This is for pregnant women. Only when you become pregnant can you drink!"

Before she had time to look up at him, Euan snatched the small porcelain bowl from her hand with a

sudden snap of his large hand.

With a spoon left in her hand, Riley turned languidly to meet his eyes, "You reminded me of that."

She dropped the spoon into the bowl and stood up, holding onto the couch.

Pregnant women and non-pregnant women, he made a clear distinction between them. He wouldn't

even let her have a bowl of chicken soup, so why did he make everything so realistic last night?

"Where are you going!"

"I'm going to my room to sleep."

She had been busy for twelve hours and was so exhausted that she couldn't really spare any energy to

fight with him. She just wanted to drift off to sleep.

"Explain right now what's going on with you guys!"

"Euan, what's wrong?"

With the soft, sweet voice, Lydia walked gracefully down the stairs in a white princess nightgown.

She took Euan's arm, "Euan, who has upset you again? Why let people who don't have anything to do

with you affect your mood? Come on, let's go upstairs and continue choosing clothes for the baby. I

saw a baby suit just now and I think you'll like it."

Euan didn't break away or cooperate with her, "Riley, I'll let you explain now."

The atmosphere in the room was icy and desperately needed an explanation to ease the situation.

Euan's lungs were bursting with anger.

The maid took the bowl from his hand and retreated. No one dared to linger in the hall.

The lavish chandeliers shone brightly, but in the light, Riley looked like a dead branch in the wind that

could fall at any moment.

"There's nothing to explain. We're healing people."

Explain what? She had a clear conscience.

As if to add fuel to the fire, Lydia said, "Which man have you been hooking up with again? Riley, it's

okay that you don't care about being the George family's young madam, but at least remember that

you're a woman. Don't you even want to save your own face?"

She really said it in a nice way, and in one sentence, she was thrown into the seat of being a

temptress, a woman that would cheat on her husband, and a whore.

She could have argued, but she didn't want to talk, "Lydia, it is you who has no regard for my status as

the young madam of the George family. Do you really think you're the master when you're holding a

ball?"

Lydia let go of Euan's arm, walked over, and grabbed her arm, "What do you mean!"

Riley looked at her exquisite nails in disgust, "Let go."

"Speak clearly. What do you mean! How dare you call the George family's son a ball?!"

Distorting the fact! Oh, was that funny?

"Lydia, you don't own this house yet. I do."

She said slowly and proudly. She didn't give a damn about Lydia, and she wasn't afraid of Lydia's

shenanigans.

The only people who could hurt her were the ones she cared about. As for Lydia, she was nothing!

"Oooh ..." Lydia said with tears streaming down her face. She took Euan's hand in anguish and cried in

his arms, "Euan, do you hear it? She means she wants to kick me out. She's bullying me to this point,

and you're just going to stand by and watch?"

She was crying and acting like a spoiled child again.

‘Can't you fucking use a fresh trick!’

She cried in earnest, but Euan didn't give much of a reaction, "You're pregnant. It's not good for your

health to cry."

Lydia caught the words and pressed her face into his chest, "Euan, she's looking down on me and our

baby. Now that she's looking down on the baby before it's even born, what will happen then? I can

suffer, but not the baby."

‘Why don't you go to hell!’

Riley wanted to say something like that.

She was silent and waited for Euan's reaction. After all, it was Euan who was the heart of the matter,

and as long as he believed her, she didn't have to say anything. If he didn't believe her, it would be

useless even if she talked for three days and nights.

"All right, you go up and rest."

There was a bit of coaxing in his tone, but there was still mostly impatience.

Lydia tugged at his sleeve, "Euan ... will you stay with me? I'm a bit panicky. It's not going to hurt the

baby, is it?"

Damn!

Riley simply couldn't watch it. 'Lydia, can you be a little more melodramatic?' She could simply be more

melodramatic and just disgust her to death.

She didn't have the mood or the strength to watch any further. Her legs were weak now, and if she kept

holding on, she thought her legs would be ruined tomorrow, "I'm tired. You guys make yourselves

comfortable."

With those words, she slowly made her way down the long corridor to her room, closed the door, and

collapsed on the bed.

So tired. Her body was exhausted from the overwork, and her heart was tired from the soreness.

In the hall, Lydia let go of Euan and gently wiped away her tears as well.

"See? This is Riley, more heartless and selfish than the woman I knew back then. Euan, she's a

woman without a heart. How can she love people?" she took his hand gently, “Just now, she didn't

linger or feel sad at all. She doesn't care about you at all."

She said it in a thoughtful, soft way. It was as if she was the only person in the world who was putting

herself in his shoes.

Euan broke away from her hand, "I'm tired too."

With that, ignoring Lydia's dismay and surprise, he lifted his long legs and walked over to the long

couch in the living room.

She tried to follow, but Euan said, "Send Ms. Saunders up."

The maid escorted her upstairs. Euan was the only one left in the large living room.

He massaged his temples several times with his slender fingers.

Looking down, he saw the medical book Riley had placed under the glass table. Then he reached

down and took it out.

It was a very specialized book on cardiology, and it was thick. He didn’t know how many times it had

been turned over, but the lower right corner of the front page was curled, and many notes had been

made in the crevices between the lines.

Her graceful handwriting is nestled inside the printed words. Some of the strokes were clear and some

were written in a cursive manner. He touched the words she had written down with his fingers and

could almost imagine what she had looked like when she wrote them.

As he flipped through them, a smile suddenly appeared on Euan's previously somber face.

Riley probably was also tired as she read. She had drawn a picture in one of the margins. It was a very

scribbled and poorly drawn picture of a very ugly and stupid polar bear.

Next to it was a line that read, "Mr. Bear, don't be so arrogant.

Suddenly, Euan burst out laughing. Dr. Watson, who had just been strict, had become childish.

Damn it, what was he doing!

Annoyed, Euan shoved the book in and was in a frenzied mood.

At that moment, the phone in his pocket rang.

It was Aiden calling.

"How dare you contact me? Are things done?" Euan leaned back on the couch and rubbed his brow.

"It's going to take a while, but I've got something. The information I got by selling my body is absolutely

reliable!"

"Cut the crap. Say it."

Aiden, who was in New York, grimaced, "Riley's not easy! Even I admire her."

"Get to the point!"

"Take it easy. Riley actually got into Hopkins University at sixteen and started on the operating table at

nineteen. She's nothing short of a medical miracle."

Euan frowned. Riley? seriously?

How had he not known her CV was so impressive?

"There's more to surprise you. Five years ago, the last year of her undergraduate studies, she nearly

lost her right hand to a medical accident. After recovering from her injury, she turned to study medicine

and completed the five-year course in two years. Now only twenty-six years old, Riley had master’s

degrees in medicine and surgery, isn't that impressive?"

Euan startled. Riley ... he had no idea that his bed partner was such a woman.

"What medical malpractice was the reason for that five years ago?"