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Study room.
Noel Roberts crossed his legs. "Everything is arranged. Are you ready?"
"Hmm." Brandon Piers responded, his gaze resting on the rose wall outside the window, somewhat distant.
"I arranged for people to divert attention from your uncle on the day, but the surgery won't be short. Unexpected accidents might occur. You need to be fully prepared." Noel glanced at Brandon's face, more beautiful than a woman's, and sighed with a click of his tongue.
"Don't worry." Brandon ignored Noel's slovenly demeanor. Knowing he was worried, he finally snapped back to reality and responded.
This surgery was inevitable. Since Dr. Smith had passed away, no doctor could guarantee a 100% success rate for his surgery. It was better to get it over with quickly.
"As long as you know." Noel looked at the expression on Brandon's face, not feeling assured.
