His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 560

"Ouch…" she winced, "…why don't you watch where you're going?"

Chelsea, cradling her injured eye, shot a glare with her other clear eye at the unexpected figure in the white coat. This sudden eye contact was like a spark igniting a barrel of gunpowder, instantly setting Chelsea ablaze with fury.

"Caleb, are you blind? You bumped into me. Can't you at least apologize?" Chelsea's voice shot up, making sure everyone within earshot knew her annoyance.

Caleb closed the file in his hand, eyebrows knitted and lips pressed in a thin line, clearly annoyed and resigned. "Chelsea, get your facts straight. You ran into me. Shouldn't you be the one apologizing?"

"I ran into you? Then how come you're not hurt?" She pointed at her eye, struggling to open it fully. "Look at me! If I lose my sight, I'll have to take yours as a replacement."

Caleb couldn't figure out why Chelsea seemed like she had a personal vendetta against him, as if he'd wronged her in a past life. Every encounter with her was anything but peaceful.

You'd think he'd dug up her family's grave or something.

"So, are you blind then?" He held back his irritation, turned to leave, but couldn't resist stopping to throw a glare back. "When you do go blind, I might just find a pair of pig's eyes to replace yours."

"You…" Chelsea was on the verge of blowing her top. She snatched her purse and hurled it at him, hitting him squarely. "Have you lost all decency? You bump into someone, don't apologize, and then call them an animal? Are you even a doctor? More like a vet."

"Yep, just for treating cases like you." He seemed to be winding her up on purpose.

In her fury, Chelsea threw her phone.

The phone hit him right on the spot where she'd hit him with a book before.

Caleb was caught off guard, pain shooting through every nerve, his eyes involuntarily narrowing. Beneath the bandage on his forehead, fresh blood seeped through, a stark, shocking red.

Chelsea felt a surge of satisfaction.

"Ah, karma works fast on the wicked." She crossed her arms, a smug smile tugging at her lips. "Consider me Dr. Caleb's karma. You don't mind, do you?"

Caleb, clutching his bleeding forehead, was caught in a storm of frustration.

If it weren't for being a man, and a doctor on top of that.

The intern winced sympathetically. "Dr. Caleb, it's the same spot again, isn't it?"

"Yes," he chuckled lightly.

The intern offered an awkward smile. "Do you need a hand with that?"

"No, it's almost done." He applied some ointment and put on a slightly larger band-aid, casually changing the subject. "How's the patient in bed 23, and the baby?"

"Stable," the intern leaned in closer, whispering, "Dr. Caleb, do you know if the pregnant lady is having a boy or a girl?"

"You know?" he asked, surprised.

The intern nodded mysteriously, "Nick from the ultrasound department told me it's a boy, looking very strong. No wonder the abortion pills didn't work. He's going to be someone significant in the future."

Caleb: …