Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 154

Victor chuckled after hearing his words. There was a touch of sarcasm in the dimples hanging at the corners of his mouth. "Unfortunately, money isn’t an issue for a doctor like me. Getting a request fulfilled isn’t something worth feeling happy about either."

He turned his head back and glanced at Sophia, pointing at her right leg. "Compared to those things, I am more interested in treating a patient at an optimal time, but..."

He turned and looked at Charles again, saying slowly, "The optimal treatment time was delayed by Mr. Harris."

Sophia pursed her lips tightly, blood slowly draining from her face. Even though she did not have high hopes for treating her leg to start with, she was still slightly disappointed and bitter when she heard what Victor said at this moment.

"The optimal treatment time is nothing to Mr. Harris." Aunt Lucy sneered. "He broke Soph’s leg after all!"

Charles frowned. This time, his brows did not smooth out as quickly. "You don’t need to tell me so many things. Just tell me if it can be treated or not."

"Deformities in bones are easier to deal with. Cell necrosis is the major problem here." Victor looked at Charles. "Thanks to you, it’s hard to say whether her leg will heal fully."

Charles's Adam's apple rolled slightly. The color of his eyes darkened by the minute. His hands hanging on both sides of his body clenched a little before unclenching and clenching again.

Sophia licked her dry lips. "Since it's so bad, then don't bother about it anymore, Dr. Hemingway."

She had put off treatment for the longest time. Getting told that nothing could be done to her legs anymore and that there was no way of treating it now was no different from the first time she heard that she had a broken leg.

"Oh, it’s no bother at all. I personally enjoy a good challenge." Victor smiled at her before turning to Charles, his dimples not as deep anymore. "It stands to reason that Mr. Harris is neither the patient's family nor my supervisor or the person who hired me. I shouldn’t be asking Mr. Harris for anything..."

Charles glanced at Sophia. His gaze paused on her chapped lips, then he withdrew his gaze and cut him off. "Feel free to mention it if you have any requests at all."

"There’s no need for that," Sophia said before Victor could. "I’ve been lame for two years now. I’m used to it.”

She paused for a moment, her voice slightly hoarse. "I’m not treating it anymore."

She would rather be lame her whole life than to owe Charles even the slightest favor.

Victor looked at her and sighed softly. "If you’ve gotten used to it, then why bother pretending to be a normal person, Ms. White?"

He glanced at her right leg and sighed again. "I’m sure it takes a tremendous amount of effort in order for you to act like a normal person as much as possible, right?”

In fact, this had something to do with her bone deformity. She was disabled after all. If she wanted to walk like a normal person, she would have to adjust her walking posture to a certain extent.

"No." Sophia retracted her right leg, frowning. She felt extremely embarrassed to uncover her scars in public when she was already so unwilling to touch them herself.

"No offense. Please forgive me, Ms. White." Victor said apologetically. He turned to Charles.

Before he could say anything, he heard Charles say, "If you have any requests at all, please do let me know."

"I heard that Ms. White is currently working in Dream Club?" Victor asked.

Charles glanced at Sophia, paused for a moment, and nodded.

"During Ms. White's leg treatment, it will be unfit for her to work. She needs all the rest she can get," Victor said gently.