"Okay," Stephanie tore out a sheet of paper, "I am going to write you a painkiller. I think your husband and get it out for you—"
"Brother!" Charles interjected loudly, making both of them look into his direction.
"I am her brother-in-law. My brother is her husband. So I am not her husband." He clarified and then went on, "she was just in pain and my brother was not there. So I came with her. As-as her brother."
Joyce night out her eyes at him, and then shook her head subtly. " I think we got it from the first sentence. Even from the word 'brother' it was clear." Joyce then turned her head to Stephanie, "right?"
"Huh?" Stephanie snapped out of the stairs that she was holding with Charles and blushed. "What did you ask me?"
"I said," Joyce struggles to hide her smile, "that it is clear who Charles is to me right? That he is my," she turned to Charles for this, "brother."
Stephanie nodded her head. "Yes. It's clear."
