The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor
Chapter 276 - Two Hundred Seventy-Five

Chapter 276: Chapter Two Hundred Seventy-Five

Ivy River also sensed something was wrong. "Edwin Blake..."

"Ivy River, does it really bother you that much to have anything to do with me?" Edwin Blake’s sudden question left Ivy River at a loss for words.

A long time passed.

Ivy River spoke coldly, "Mainly, I’m worried that Isla might overthink. Secondly, I’m just telling the truth. There’s nothing between us, so there’s nothing wrong with what I said. Actually, I know you mean well, but I’m also concerned that this matter might affect the Blake Clan Group’s stock price."

"So you were actually considering me too? Do I need to thank you?"

Ivy River waved her hand. "No need, just make sure that after you get better, you don’t come here to bother me and the child anymore. Leave us a space of freedom."

Edwin Blake gritted his teeth. "Dream on. The child also has my effort, it wasn’t just you who gave birth alone."

"You and Isla can have more children afterward. Why do you have to cling to my child?"

Just as Ivy River finished speaking.

Edwin Blake’s phone rang.

It was Isla Sutton.

Edwin Blake took a deep breath, walked to the side, and answered the call, "What’s up?"

On the other end, Isla Sutton sobbed, "Did my retweet on Twitter make Ivy unhappy? If she’s upset, she can tell me. I’ll delete the comment. Now, everyone is uncomfortable. Sorry."

Edwin Blake frowned, trying to control his tone. "It’s okay, she’s not angry. You don’t need to worry about it. Is there anything else?"

Hearing that Ivy wasn’t angry.

Isla Sutton was stunned for a moment.

But that tweet she posted obviously had a tone of anger!

How could that not provoke her?

Edwin Blake, not hearing a reply, asked curiously, "What is it?"

Isla Sutton snapped back to her senses. "It’s nothing, as long as Ivy’s not angry. If I’ve done something wrong, just let me know, and I’ll correct it. I’m really sorry, the tweet I retweeted yesterday was meant to..."

"It’s okay, you don’t need to worry. I’m busy now, I’ll talk to you later." Edwin Blake interrupted Isla Sutton.

"Okay, you go ahead, Edwin. I’ll talk to you later when you’re free."

"Hmm."

Edwin Blake hung up the phone directly.

Ivy River chuckled, "You’d better hurry home to comfort your beloved wife. Don’t waste your time here with me, thanks."

Edwin Blake frowned and explained instinctively, "No, Isla called to explain about the tweet. You misunderstood."

"Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not is none of my business. Go and warn your woman not to challenge my bottom line. Anything else? President Blake? If not, please leave promptly and stop occupying the spot without doing anything useful."

As she spoke, Ivy River opened the door directly, making a gesture of invitation.

Edwin Blake snorted coldly and walked out directly. "Ivy River, you better behave and compete tomorrow, then come home and give me an acupuncture treatment."

"Impossible, I said I wouldn’t, and I won’t!"

Ivy River adamantly refused.

And then she slammed the door shut.

Edwin Blake and Harry Ross looked at the closed door, exchanging glances.

Harry Ross cautiously said, "President, maybe Madam really has something?"

"What could she possibly have?"

Just as Edwin Blake finished speaking, he saw a crowd of patients behind him.

An elderly man even stepped forward, patted him, and asked, "Young man, did you finish seeing the doctor? What kind of illness do you have? Is it terminal? Why were you in there for more than an hour?"

Edwin Blake: "..."

Seeing this, Harry Ross immediately spoke up, "Grandpa, I am the one who’s sick. I’ve been feeling a bit weak recently, so I let Director River check on me. It’s not a big problem. Sorry for taking up your time for consultation."

The old man nodded and then pursed his lips, "You don’t look like you’re sick, but your friend here, he seems a bit weak. Maybe next time, he should see the Little Divine Doctor too. She’s magical!"

Harry Ross glanced at Edwin Blake.

His handsome face was now as dark as a lump of coal.

Harry Ross quickly said, "Grandpa, my friend is just like this. She... He’s fine, don’t worry."

As they spoke.

The consultation room door opened again.

Ivy River coldly said, "Don’t forget to transfer the money! The medicine for the consultation hasn’t been paid for yet!"

Edwin Blake’s face darkened, gritting his teeth, "Got it!"

Ivy River nodded in satisfaction.

Then she turned to Isabella Yeaton, "Get ready for the consultation, call the next patient."

After saying that, she unceremoniously closed the consultation room door.

Seeing this, Edwin Blake didn’t stay any longer and walked directly towards the elevator.

Harry Ross was entangled by the elderly man and couldn’t break free, urgently shouting, "President, please wait for me! Grandpa, it’s your turn now, hurry up and go see the doctor."

"No, young man, this is my first time here and it’s been a long wait. Why were you in there so long? What’s the problem? Is it serious?"

The elderly man chattered on, "Director River, oh, the Little Divine Doctor, will she give us prescribed medicine? Is it expensive? Is it covered by insurance?"

Harry Ross quickly explained, "You can ask these questions to Director River. Grandpa, I need to hurry back to work. Otherwise, I’ll lose my job."

Coincidentally.

Isabella Yeaton returned from the break room, holding a cup of bubble tea, and handed it to him, "Here’s your bubble tea."

Harry Ross hurriedly signaled with his eyes, urgently saying, "Thanks. Please explain any common questions to this grandpa, I need to go."

Isabella Yeaton nodded.

She had just seen Edwin Blake leave.

So, it was normal for Harry Ross to be in a hurry now.

She immediately said to the elderly man, "Grandpa, I’m Director River’s assistant. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

"Can sick people even drink bubble tea?"

The elderly man looked enviously at Harry Ross’s bubble tea.

Isabella Yeaton patiently explained, "Not everyone who is sick can’t drink bubble tea. You can ask Director River about your specific condition. If you can drink it, I’ll get you a cup. How does that sound?"

"Great! I haven’t had one in a long time. I am from the south, so I like sweet things. Since my diagnosis, my kids haven’t let me drink it."

Seeing that Isabella Yeaton had caught the elderly man’s attention, Harry Ross quickly grabbed the bubble tea and ran.

When he reached the underground parking lot.

Edwin Blake was waiting at the entrance.

At first, Harry Ross was puzzled. Then he remembered the car keys were with him.

He quickly walked up, "President, I’ll get the door for you."

Once in the car.

Edwin Blake noticed the bubble tea on the passenger seat.

He asked coldly, "Who gave you this bubble tea?"

"Madam bought bubble tea for the doctors in the Traditional Medicine Department today, so I grabbed a cup."

"Really?"

Hearing Edwin Blake’s ominous tone, Harry Ross quickly responded, "Yeah, this cup is specifically for you. I already drank mine upstairs."

Edwin Blake’s lips curved slightly, and he reached out without speaking.

Seeing this, Harry Ross obediently handed over the bubble tea, thoughtfully reminding, "President, I’m not sure if this flavor is to your taste. I grabbed it in a hurry. If you don’t like it, I’ll drink it."

Without even looking, Edwin Blake ordered coldly, "Drive back to the office."

"Okay."

Harry Ross watched him sipping the bubble tea happily.

He was heartbroken...

Edwin Blake took a few sips, frowned, and looked at the bubble tea.

It was seven-tenths sweet.

No wonder it was so sweet.

Then he took another sip naturally.

Seeing this made Harry Ross feel terrible. Unable to hold back, he said, "President, isn’t it too sweet? If it’s too sweet, you don’t have to drink it."

"It’s not sweet. Just drive."

Upon hearing this, Harry Ross was completely broken.

Everyone knew! Edwin Blake doesn’t eat sweets!