The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 32

"Ma'am, we can't wait. If the new medication doesn't arrive, we must proceed with a second round of chemotherapy within three days."

"My uncle's body can't handle any more chemotherapy."

"If you refuse the chemo," Dr. Roland looked at her, "the only remaining option is palliative care."

Palliative care meant watching the cancer devour her uncle's body as he waited in agony to die.

Lavinia stepped out of the office. The hallway was long, the fluorescent lights blindingly white.

She stood there for a moment, took out her phone, and dialed Garnett's number.

It rang for a long time before he finally answered.

"I'm on a business trip and will be gone for a week," his voice was indifferent. "What is it?"

"When will my uncle's medication arrive? The doctor says we can only wait three days."

There was a pause on the other end.

Garnett sneered. "Your uncle again. Lavinia, if it weren't for your family begging me for help, would you ever even call me?"

Lavinia's fingers tightened around her phone. She didn't say a word.

"Wait." His tone suddenly shifted, as if he were flipping through something. "Corinne says the drug has already been secured. She's bringing it over to you now."

Before she could even say thank you, the call ended. The dial tone beeped endlessly.

At noon, the inpatient ward was bustling with people.

Lavinia had just finished feeding her uncle some soup when Corinne arrived.

She stood by the hospital bed for a moment, then turned and looked at Lavinia with exaggerated respect.

"Mrs. Harper, could I have a word? I have something to report to you."

Lavinia glanced at her, set the bowl down, and led her to the visitor's lounge.

Corinne pulled a box of medication from her bag. Lavinia's heart skipped a beat.

"Mrs. Harper, this is the P-Drug. It wasn't easy to get." Corinne raised an eyebrow. "Please stop filing malicious complaints against me with Mr. Harper."

"By the way, Corinne. I've suddenly taken a dislike to the title 'Mrs. Harper'. From now on, just call me 'Ma'am'."

Corinne's jaw tightened. Her brows furrowed, and her gaze grew unfriendly.

Lavinia thought of what Charley had said. *When you lack power, acting arrogant will only destroy you.*

She smiled slightly. "What's wrong? Can't say it?"

Corinne ground her back teeth and lowered her eyes. "Ma'am."

"Say it a little more often, and you'll get used to it soon enough," Lavinia said coolly. "You can go now."

Corinne clenched her fists, turned, and walked quickly away.

Lavinia held the medicine box and walked out of the lounge, only to freeze in her tracks.

Charley was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her quietly. She had no idea how long he had been standing there.

It seemed he had heard everything.