Chapter 98

My eyes narrowed instantly. I had half a mind to push the door open and call him out for his nonsense—seriously, last night I was clearly with Jordan. When did I ever say I liked being around Ronald? But then I heard him go on, voice low and steady. "She told me last night that your heart condition’s getting worse. Said you need a new attending doctor and a transfer ASAP. I’ve made all the arrangements. Just dropping by today to brief you first." My hand froze on the doorknob, brows slightly furrowed. Wait—he handled the hospital stuff already? Wasn’t that supposed to happen next Tuesday? But then again, it’s not a bad thing. Uncle Richard really can’t afford to wait any longer. Through the small window, I saw my uncle leaning against the bedhead, looking visibly worn. His face, now covered in stubble, was pulled into a hardened scowl, and his dark eyes were sharp with suppressed anger. "You talk pretty, that’s for sure, but you’ve done squat. Your mother? Her mouth smells worse than a