"Alright, go on."
"Dr. Foster wanted to do another check-up on you. He said he has a plan he wants you to consider," Kelvin replied thoughtfully.
"No need."
"Got it." As Brandon Piers' trusted aide, Kelvin had learned the truth after the surgery. He had been handling the hospital records, but he still didn't understand how the second young master got better. Even though it was said that Abigail had closed his chest, closing the chest and performing surgery were entirely different.
And the second young master never mentioned who actually performed the surgery.
Kelvin had suspected Abigail, but that seemed too unbelievable.
"Handle everything else as you see fit and let me rest well." It was a dismissive tone.
Kelvin thought to himself: "Haven't you rested long enough?"
"Go ahead," Brandon waved his hand, his gaze still fixed on the plaza below.
Kelvin didn't move.
Brandon asked, confused, "Hmm?"
