"Old man, the second young master has just had surgery less than a month ago. He still needs to focus on his recovery. Whether it's about fostering relationships or having children, it can wait." Pullan spoke earnestly.
Elder Piers gave Pullan a glance that seemed to say, what the hell do you know.
Pullan, "..." All right, he didn't understand. This was so difficult.
Completely unaware of the situation, Abigail had already started changing Brandon Piers' dressing.
Looking at the man's well-healing scar, she thought of something, "I've noticed Grandpa's been asking the kitchen to add a lot of nutritious stuff for you lately. I switched it out. You're still in the recovery period. You can't eat too many high-nutrition foods."
"Oh, so it was you who swapped it out?" Brandon Piers finally figured out why the things he ordered were already replaced when they arrived—it was that chubby girl.
