At that moment, Dr. Kai, couldn't hold his disappointment anymore. He had been quiet since he saw Megan inside the room, but the silence wasn't because of respect. It was disbelief something he tried to keep inside, but now it was bubbling too fast to hide.
His face slowly changed. His lips pressed into a tight line, and his brows pulled together like he was staring at something that didn't meet his expectations.
When Oliver first told him about the woman who had once helped him inside prison who had saved his life from a mysterious illness Kai had imagined someone... different. Someone of a much higher class, someone rare, refined, and powerful. The way Oliver described her, it felt like he was speaking of some hidden treasure.
But now, sitting across the room, staring at Megan the woman in old clothes, the ex-convict, Kai felt nothing but disappointment.
He shook his head slightly, then leaned back in his seat with a quiet scoff.
He had kept silent enough, but now he couldn't help it.
"I have to be honest," Kai finally said, his tone flat and unbothered. "I'm clearly disappointed in this."
At that moment Oliver turned his head toward him, frowning. Megan didn't even blink. She just looked at him quietly.
Kai didn't stop.
"When you told me, Oliver… that someone helped you in prison, saved your life, I expected someone else. Someone that—" he paused, glancing again at Megan from head to toe, "—someone I could at least relate with."
He shook his head again, almost laughing to himself.
"Not knowing it's just this lady."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was sharp. Cold. Like he was trying to cut her down with every word.
He raised his glass slightly and looked away, as if the conversation already bored him.
He didn't quite understand how she could've done what Oliver claimed. He wasn't someone who believed in traditional healing or strange methods. He believed in science, machines, modern medicine.
And the fact that Oliver refused to give him a proper explanation or allow him to do a full check-up to understand what had happened that made everything worse.
"When your sickness hit," Kai added facing Oliver, still not looking at Megan, "I was outside the country. It was an emergency. No options. I couldn't do anything."
He tapped the rim of his glass gently with his finger.
"But I expected more," he muttered. "Much more."
At that moment, hearing what Kai just said, Oliver almost fell off his chair. His eyes widened immediately, and his body leaned forward like he wanted to jump up and stop the words from leaving Kai's mouth.
If not for the fact that he was already seated, he might have actually fallen off from the shock.
He couldn't believe it, Kai? Speaking like this?
Speaking to Megan like she was just some random person off the street?
This wasn't just some stranger. This was the woman Oliver had once risked everything to contact. He had used every single connection he had, pulled every string possible, just to get access to Megan when she was locked up in prison. Back then, even a short visit to her wasn't something easy.
But now, after all the effort, after all the respect, the first thing Kai did was ridicule her? The first thing he did was talk trash?
Immediately Oliver's hand hit the table as he finally spoke, his voice raised slightly, filled with anger and disbelief.
"Kai!" he said sharply. "Is this the reason you kept begging me to let you meet her?"
His eyes burned as he looked directly at his friend.
"You practically begged me to bring you here. You told me you wanted to see the woman who cured me. You said you needed to thank her yourself. And now this? This is what you say when you finally meet her?"
The room grew tense. The air shifted.
Kai didn't flinch either. He just slowly shook his head, like someone who didn't feel guilty at all. He looked at Oliver with a calm, careless face, and leaned back even more comfortably in his chair.
"I knew something was wrong with you," Kai muttered. "I should've known from the beginning."
He sighed like he was the one being disappointed.
"I'm not the kind of person who keeps quiet when I have something to say, Oliver. You should know that by now."
He turned slightly to glance at Megan again, then looked away like she wasn't worth more than a glance.
"Just seeing the lady alone is enough to know you're sick," Kai continued. "Mentally. Emotionally. Because there's no way no way that someone like her cured you."
He gave a dry laugh and waved his hand dismissively.
"I don't believe in all that trash you're saying. That story you've been repeating—about how she saved you… it's nonsense. Maybe you just got lucky. Maybe the illness left on its own, or still inside of you But don't stand here trying to paint this lady like she's a miracle worker."
He looked down at his drink again and shook his head.
"I don't buy it. And I never will."
At that moment, Megan wouldn't just let that slide. She didn't need to shout. She didn't need to react wildly.
But what she did next left Oliver shocked to the core.
Megan slowly turned her head, her eyes calm, but her expression sharp as a blade. Her face showed no anger, but it showed something even deeper—complete disappointment.
She looked at Kai squarely for the first time.
At that moment, Megan then face Kai properly, her voice firm, her posture upright, her gaze locked on him with quiet power.
"It seems," she said slowly, "that you don't have respect."
She didn't blink.
"Or maybe you're just very, very cocky."
Kai lifted an eyebrow, but she didn't stop.
"As you can see," Megan continued, "I don't have any business with you. I came here because Oliver invited me. Not because I needed your approval. So why are you trying to attack me in such a manner?"
She spoke slowly, clearly, not raising her voice, but her words carried the weight of someone who had been through fire and refused to be burnt again.
"Since both of you are friends… and since you respect each other so much, you should have done the right thing from the beginning. Checked properly. Made sure Oliver was actually healed before talking nonsense."
She took a step closer to the table, not afraid.
"If you didn't believe in traditional healing, or whatever you think this is, that's fine. But don't sit there and act like I forced you to believe anything."
Megan gave a small smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"I can see your problem clearly now."
She slowly turned away from him.
"You're one of those men," she said. "The type that hates when a woman does more than them. The kind that trembles when a woman steps into power."
She looked at Oliver one more time, and her voice softened just a little.
"Oliver… I thought we were just having dinner."
She took a deep breath and shook her head.
"But it seems I've lost my appetite."
At that moment, Megan then stood up, her chair moving back with a soft scrape. She picked up her phone calmly, adjusted her old but neat clothes, and lifted her chin high.
"I'm not in the mood anymore."
Upon hearing what Megan just said, Oliver was completely stunned. His heart dropped. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.
He didn't expect this at all. He thought this evening was going to be a quiet, respectful dinner a simple thank you. But now, Megan was standing up, ready to walk away, and it was all because of Kai.
The shock on Oliver's face slowly turned into disappointment in himself. Then that disappointment turned into anger not at Megan, but at his friend… his so-called friend, Kai.
At that moment he turned his eyes toward Kai, his fists slowly tightening under the table.
"Why?" he thought to himself bitterly.
"Why did I even bring him?"
He started blaming himself. If he had known… if he had just trusted his own instinct, he wouldn't have allowed Kai to come in the first place.
Kai had begged him. Promised he just wanted to ask questions. Maybe thank her. learn from her experience. Never not once did Kai say he was going to attack Megan with his words like this.
Oliver couldn't even look Kai in the eye anymore.
At that moment, Megan didn't say a single word again. Not one.
She simply turned around with the same calm, unshaken look on her face and began walking toward the exit. Her steps were slow, steady, full of dignity. She didn't look back. She didn't need to.
Her silence was louder than any shout.
And Oliver he couldn't stand there anymore, the weight on his chest pushed him forward.
"Lady Megan, please!" he called out, quickly getting up from his seat and rushing after her.
He followed her like a man who had just lost something valuable, his voice low and desperate.
"I'm very, very sorry," he said from behind, trying to catch up. "Please forgive me. I never knew Kai would talk to you like this."
However Megan didn't stop walking, but she listened.
Oliver kept speaking, his tone filled with regret.
"I thought… I honestly thought he just wanted to ask you some things. Maybe learn something from your experience. I thought he respected what you did."
He shook his head as he walked slightly behind her, lowering his voice more.
"I never knew this was his plan from the beginning. Never. And I'm… I'm very, very sorry."
But still, Megan kept on walking. Her steps didn't slow. She didn't look back. She didn't even blink in Oliver's direction.
She just wanted to leave that place. To clear her head. The entire day had been too much already from the moment she stepped out of prison, to the disaster at the Bushman's mansion, and now this... this insult in the name of a dinner.
She had no energy left to argue, no time to waste on explanations. She just wanted to breathe.
But behind both of them, walked Kai still moving like he was a king. His chin was slightly raised, his face expressionless, but there was a quiet smirk on his lips. Proud. Arrogant. Unbothered.
His hands were in his pockets, and he walked as if nothing had gone wrong as if Megan should be the one feeling embarrassed, not him.
His cockiness didn't go unnoticed.
At that moment, some of the bystanders the wealthy guests seated around the restaurant—began to take notice. They paused their meals. Forks stopped mid-air. Glasses were placed gently back on tables.
They couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Oliver the legendary businessman, one of the most powerful investors in the city was begging a woman?
He wasn't yelling. He wasn't acting superior. No. He was walking behind her like a man who knew he had wronged her. A man trying to fix something he couldn't afford to lose.
It was hard for the bystanders to understand.
"Who is she?" one whispered.
"Wait… is that really Oliver? Apologizing like that?" another asked in disbelief.
Their eyes then shifted to Kai, still walking proudly a few steps behind, like he had done nothing wrong. Some of them recognized him instantly.
"Isn't that Dr.Kai?" one man whispered to his wife. "That renowned home doctor… the one with all those government contracts?"
"Yeah," she nodded slowly. "He's very popular. But what's going on? Who's the poor looking lady?"