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George blinks as if in surprise, not expecting such a question from me.
"Well, Dr. Reina, you might not know this but Mr. Wickham is a patron of the hospital. When his grandmother came into our care he asked us to be transparent with her treatment."
"A bit too transparent, possibly," Jacob says coolly before looking at Dr. James.
"R-right! Well, I should be getting to my next appointment. Then–Mr. Wickham, Dr. White–Dr. Reina." Dr. James hurries away, leaving the three of us alone, and I'm honestly not sure if this is worse or not.
"I have to admit, I'm a bit impressed, Mr. Wickham. Not just anyone can stomach watching an operation, especially on a loved one," Jacob says,
"Well, I'm certainly not anyone, now, am I?" He turns his attention to me, but I don't cower; I straighten my spine and face him head on. "What I'm surprised about is that you were one of my grandmother's surgeons."
"How so?" I ask, crossing my arms.
"I didn't expect you to understand medicine."