Renata scoffed. “Can they compare to me?”
The family doctor fell silent.
Privately, he thought, Miss Renata, you’re not even the legitimate daughter of the Labbe family head—where does this arrogance come from? In this city, how many daughters of powerful families are no less noble than you?
But he was the Labbe family’s private doctor. Some thoughts were meant to stay buried.
“It’s fine. You may go back now,” Renata said coldly.
The doctor nodded respectfully. “Miss Renata, I’ll take my leave. Please don’t be angry—it’s not worth harming your health. Mr. Young–Johnson doesn’t treat only you this way. He treats all women the same.”
Those words finally soothed her.