Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 277

Chapter 277: Don’t like repeating myself.

Chapter 277: Don’t like repeating myself.

“Are you sure, Dr.

Cred that you don’t want to reconsider it?” Though Jason’s words came soft and polite, there was a subtle warning laced in his tone that was unmistakable.

It was as if he was giving a chance to the old man to reconsider things well.  Dr.

Cred didn’t miss that subtle hint.

But he chose to take it seriously.

Not because he wanted to offend Jason, but because he wanted to save the name of his hospital.

He was serious when he said that he was the Dean and couldn’t put the hospital at risk by exposing the darkest past of the hospital’s history.  “Dr.

Clark, sorry, but that’s the only thing I can’t help you with.

Being the dean here, I can’t put my hospital at risk,” Dr.

Cred said.  Jason smiled, nodding.

“I understand your helplessness, Dr.

Cred,” he said, but then interjected his words further.

“But I think you misunderstood my intention over here.”  As he said that, he pulled himself back to lean better on the chair, his legs elegantly crossed over the other, giving off the elegance for which he has been known for -always.  Dr.

Cred paused at his words.

Did he truly misunderstand his intentions?

He tried to think back but couldn’t understand anything.  “Dr.

Clark, what do you mean?” he asked somberly.  Jason smiled his way, but his smile no longer carried the hint of warmth or politeness that it had carried all this while.

His gaze just held the arrogance that he rarely put on.

“Dr.

Cred, who do you think I am?”  “…” Dr.

Cred opened his mouth to speak but then closed it feeling as if he might speak something unneeded.

After all, wise people as always said, a closed mouth catches no flies.  Jason didn’t mind his silence.

“I might be widely known by my profession, but that wouldn’t change the identity I have gotten from my family.

I am the young master of the Clark family, the family of doctors, who has ruled the field of medical sciences for ages.

Given our reputation and standing in society, did you really think I needed your permission or help to find out something that I wanted to know?”  As he said, realization dawned upon Dr.

Cred.

he couldn’t bring himself to refute it.

After all, the Clark family’s influence was well known, not just domestically but also internationally.  The old man of the family was still Chairman, heading the Cralens Medical Association, while several other members of the family were also working together in the teams and the companies that could easily help the Clarks to monopolize the health sector of the country as long as they wanted to.  Given such prowess, Jason truly didn’t need his help to find out the secrets that were buried in the depths of hell.

Everything will be out of his perusal just at a flick of his finger.

He just had to put his word out and everything would be revealed.  What was he even thinking of hiding from him?

“Dr.

Clark, I -” Dr.

Cred’s brows furrowed as a sense of worry seeped into his bones.  “Yes, you guessed it very right, Dr.

Cred,” Jason said, nodding to all the thoughts that he could visibly read on the old man’s face.

“As long as I want to know it, I have the ways and resources to find out.

I just need to involve the authorities and they will help me find out everything.

But I came here just to give you a chance to save your hospital.

After all, even if you say that Oblivion€“X has been wiped off from the medical history, we both know that’s not the very case.

If it had been, you would be much at ease at the mention of it.”  “Given that the mere mention of it was able to get you so worked up and cautious is enough to tell that there is more in the story than it was revealed at the time of investigation,” Jason said, and Dr.

Cred was no longer able to hold his calm.  Retrieving his handkerchief, he slowly moved to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

“Dr.

Clark, please give me a chance, I -”  Before Dr.

Cred could speak, Jason pushed his chair and stood up.

“Sorry, Dr.

Cred, though I respect you a lot, I am helpless to my principles as well.

I don’t give the opportunities to the people more than once.

Given my respect for you, I still gave you two.

But you refused to think it wise, now, I can’t help you.”  Dr.

Cred panicked and stood up, imploring, “Dr.

Clark, I didn’t see through your good thoughts, please give me one more chance.

I will make sure to help you as much as I can but don’t reach out to the authorities.

Our hospital’s reputation might not be able to sustain through the consequences.”  Jason didn’t say more.

Turning, he left, leaving Dr.

Cred to think on his own.

Once the door closed, the old dean slumped on the chair helplessly, shaking his head to himself in both helplessness and dejection.  Outside, as Jason strutted, he dialled a number on his phone and gave out the orders.

“Get me all the information as soon as possible.” With that, he said nothing more and disconnected the call and strutted away.  While he was walking out, his steps slowed a little when saw someone blocking his way.

But even though his steps slowed, he never paused to give the importance for which the man was standing his way.  Giving just a glance to Ryan, Jason walked past him.

It was blatant ignorance that made Rya’s blood boil.

His fingers clenched as he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Dr.

Clark, wait for a second.

I have something to talk to you.”  Jason’s steps paused as he slowly turned to look at Ryan, “If it’s about the same request from yesterday, Mr.

Foster, I hope that you remember my answer well.

I don’t like repeating myself.”  Ryan clenched his jaws as he slowly faced to say, “It’s not about Delyth.

I want to talk to you about something else.”