"Argh, shit! What do you want?!" Zeline cursed irritably when they were in a fairly quiet corridor.
"Answer my question. You're sick, aren't you?" Angela was accused, which made Zeline even more annoyed. Because how could a doctor, corner her like this.
Zeline glared at Angela as she folded her arms haughtily and said, "What does it matter if I'm sick?"
Angela looked calm, unprovoked. "If that's true, please don't just have sex with whoever it is. You must have done it with Dariel, right?" Angela guessed.
Zeline frowned, still digesting where Arthur's sister was going with this. "So you're saying I could have passed my illness on to Dariel? Hey, you should know that guy is also always having sex with another woman. Why don't you tell him to lock up his things so that he won't go into random holes?" Zeline asked very annoyed. She still did not expect Angela to be this crazy about Dariel. "Could I have gotten it from Dariel?"
