Chapter 92

"Fine by me, makes it easier to do the dirty work without feeling guilty." Ronald locked his ink-dark eyes on me. His features were clean-cut and refined, but sharp. He let go of my wrist, then grabbed my chin instead. "Yeah, she’s under my protection. Since you knew that, you should've stayed away. Don’t push it too far. If I have to step in, it won’t be pretty." "Jordan’s still getting treated through my network. Your uncle’s hospital bills? Also on me. You try touching Grace, just think about what might happen to those two." I stared at him, stunned, then raised my hand to slap him, but he caught me halfway. His eyes narrowed. "When you run out of arguments, you resort to slapping? Who taught you that nice little habit?" I yanked my hand back hard, taking a deep breath to calm the rage boiling inside me. "So you’re even willing to use patients as leverage? Ronald, are you even human anymore?!" "If Grace wasn’t a patient, would that give you the right to mess with her?" "I’ll back of