If it wasn’t for the sound of cars driving by and the chattering of people walking past them, the scene would’ve been pin-drop silent.
"You... aren’t you too young to be a doctor, talk more of owning a practice?" One of the women finally found her tongue and hissed.
The others immediately agreed.
"Yes, don’t even think of taking the blame for your boss. Just go in there and tell her her place will keep getting trashed if she doesn’t come pay her respects to us."
Kelsie sighed inwardly and calmly bobbed her head in understanding.
She was losing too much blood and growing dizzy by the second to spare them the energy to identify herself.
As she strutted to the practice, the women exchanged smug smiles.
Yes, this would teach her.
Her practice must be so trashed now that she’d come running to them once her staff delivered the message.
With that thought in mind, they hurried back to their usual meeting place to wait.
Kelsie paused outside the gate and glanced around.
Her practice was the only one on the block with surveillance cameras outside.
No wonder that person came to mess with her.
Glancing behind her at the retreating women, her eyes lit up slightly before she turned and strutted inside.
The thugs and their boss, who were mopping the reception, paused upon seeing her.
When they realized it wasn’t a savior, their hopeful eyes dimmed, and they begrudgingly went back to cleaning without a word.
Daniel rushed to her side, while Molly immediately pulled over a chair and a first-aid kit, lifting Kelsie’s shirt to stitch her back up.
"I checked the surveillance footage, ma’am. He didn’t do anything. Why did you run after him when he was just a customer?"
Daniel gritted his teeth and snapped as well, "Yes, why? I’m the muscle now. If you thought he stole something, you should’ve told me to hold him down."
Kelsie pursed her lips. "I wanted to get a little exercise."
Molly was rendered speechless.
Daniel huffed. "You’re a terrible liar."
"Prove it." She scoffed and lazily leaned back in the seat.
She wasn’t even trying to hide that she was lying. And if she was lying, then why had she suddenly chased after that customer?
No, that was secondary.
First, he’d arrived late and found the place trashed. Then Kelsie tore her stitches and needed new ones.
One thing at a time. He had to fix this mess before his grandfather or Jett found out about it.
"They broke half the chairs and most of the tables, destroyed the vending machine... I’ll just make a list of everything they ruined before reordering."
Kelsie waved her hand at him dismissively, "No need."
"No, there is. We need to restore everything before more of your patients come in." He retorted without looking up from his phone.
She glanced at the wall clock across the room, then turned to Molly, who was now finishing up.
"Sure. All you need now is some painkillers and a little nap to get back into—what are you doing?" Molly was saying, but trailed off seeing Kelsie got to her feet.
"Daniel and I are paying our thugs’ little friends a visit." Kelsie sincerely and strutted toward her office.
The thugs looked up immediately.
"The women’s committee? We’re going to see the same people who trashed your place?" Daniel frowned, hurrying after her.
She hummed and pushed the door to her office open.
When he tried to step in, she held the door and chuckled, "What? Do you intend to help me change out of my bloody clothes?"
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A moment later, Kelsie walked out wearing a fresh set of clothes.
The thugs were relieved when Daniel beckoned onto them.
They, who hadn’t done household chores in over a decade, had been made to clean the reception—wiping tiles until their reflections stared back at them.
They found it way more difficult than swinging weapons at rival gangs.
Daniel and Kelsie drove in her Porsche while the thugs jogged to keep up behind them.
Their boss was sweating the most, gritting his teeth in humiliation as he jogged through streets he once terrorized.
To make it worse, Kelsie realized she didn’t know where to go and slowed down, calling onto him to lead the way by running faster.
Running behind them earlier may have looked like him casually jogging, but leading the way was another kind of humiliation.
The women’s committee had a lookout posted for Kelsie. The moment she saw the Porsche, she rushed back to inform the others, and they straightened up, chins lifted high.
"I told you she’d come running right back once he was done with her!"
"This is the longest anyone has ever made us wait for them to come pay their respects, let’s not give her what she came looking for so soon."
"I’m with you. That brat needs to learn a thing or two after this. She must!"
"Hah! Look who we have here." The woman at the head of the table beamed when Kelsie actually walked in.
With the thugs behind her, it was exactly the image they’d envisioned when they sent them to Kelsie.
As she walked into the store, she couldn’t help taking in its luxurious state before she caught sight of the women gathered in a corner.
She proceeded to scan each smug face at the table before she unhurriedly reached into her pocket for something.
"The elderly man manning my gates is too weak to throw a punch, let alone land one. Yet he was beaten. So were my other staff. And oh, half of the properties in my reception were destroyed."
She paused to close the distance between them.
Placing the check she brought with her on the table, she raised her eyes, briefly locking eyes with each and everyone of them before she shrugged.
"I’ve come to collect my debt."