Chapter 148

Isabelle clenched her fists so tightly that her nails turned white. The once beautiful expression on her face was now full of resentment. She never would have imagined that Timothy would know the head of Ivan's precinct and that he would even address Timothy as "Mr. Yeager".

She couldn't help but wonder who exactly Timothy was.

The more arrogant she'd been earlier, the more humiliated she was now. Isabelle could feel her cheeks heat up. She was embarrassed as the onlookers in the hallway whispered and pointed at her, causing her face to alternate between different shades of pink and red.

Timothy glanced at her indifferently and said, "Why aren't you speaking? When there's a problem, you solve it, not run from it. If you still don't admit your mistakes, don't blame me for making a scene in your hospital today."

His tone was calm, steady, and firm. There was even a faint smile on his lips as if the words he spoke were nothing more than routine things that one did instinctively witho