Chapter 100: A Funeral To Be Held

Pulse rhythms are rather erratic. Sandra's entirety is engulfed in irascibility. "Do you think my medical treatments come free of charge?" "Such self-destruction you indulge in." "Does thwarting me from being a miracle doctor benefit you greatly?" As Joey boarded the vehicle, he witnessed Wesley submissively enduring a tirade. A multitude of icy, wrath-laden words spilled forth without altering Wesley's demeanor. It was as if the reprimands weren't directed at him. Joey was at a loss for words to describe his astonishment. In the past, he dared not raise his voices in Wesley's presence. Even Hailey, after Wesley took over the company, spoke in hushed tones. Individuals who confronted him with such reproof, had all but disappeared. However, Wesley, devoid of any sign of annoyance, seemed to be smiling. Joey felt his world was being fiercely shaken. Sandra, still feeling her anger unappeased after a lengthy scolding, fiercely pinched the Wesley's wrist. Engulfed in anger,