Jealousy had corrupted Yves’ mind.

He thought Rosalie called him because she had noticed something about the fire.

However, he did not expect it was because of something like this.

He had done so much, yet Rosalie did not care about him—not even a little.

If that was the case, he did not mind teaching her a lesson.

With that thought in mind, Yves took his time and slowed down his pace intentionally. He even dawdled by pretending there were mistakes in his calculations.

Since Rosalie was in a hurry, he decided to let the party Rosalie wanted to cure suffer a little longer.

Only then would Rosalie know who to look for if she needed help in expertise matters like this the next time.

He was better than Byron in the medical field!

“Aren’t you done yet?”

Byron watched the minutes pass and frowned as he asked.

Yves lifted his head and said calmly, “We have to be strict when portioning the herbs out. I have to weigh them accurately.”

Byron pressed down the anxiety in him and frown