"I've already asked the housekeeper to send Natasha back to rest. Jin will be transferred to the VIP ward in the afternoon. If you need anything, you can go back first and come back in the afternoon," Max said.
"Uncle, aren't you going to rest?" Looking at the old Clark, Martin was a little worried that her son had deceived her.
Although Max was gentle and elegant and always spoke in a gentle voice, the lines around his eyes showed that he was also an old man.
Thinking that Max wanted to comfort her wife and worry about Max, and that she had to hide the truth in front of her father, Martin lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Max.
"How can I leave?" Max sighed and looked worriedly at the ICU.
Although he comforted Natasha and the doctor said that Clark would be fine, he was still worried.
He was more worried about Jin than anyone else.
After all, he was his son!
It was just that sometimes the fatherly love was deeper, and he would not express it in words.
