Quince Larson hadn't even managed to settle the matter before Finn Taylor barged in. Naturally, the former felt that the latter was here to make a joke out of him.
Of course, Finn Taylor didn't even spare Quince Larson a glance. He looked at the director and asked, "Is there a patient by the name of Joseph Larson who needs to move out of his ward?"
The director rolled his eyes. "What's wrong with your family? Didn't I just tell you that you need to move out? Why are you guys coming to look for me one after another?"
Finn Taylor looked at the director. "A call."
He passed the director his phone.
The latter was about to refuse, but he stole a glance at the contact info. It was Carl Gillies—the president of San Francisco's chess association!
'Could it really be him?' Because he had no clue whether it was really him, the director chose to pick up the call.
