"Alright, see you later, Uncle Morris." Lyra Smith waved enthusiastically.
Morris Jackson: "Hmm."
A car was waiting outside the hospital to pick up Morris Jackson. Dressed in a suit and shoes, Ivan was standing by the car, waiting.
Lyra Smith was walking a dozen meters ahead of Morris Jackson. Upon seeing her, Ivan nodded and greeted her: "Is Miss Lyra feeling better?"
Lyra's mood was good and her face was full of sweet smiles: "Thank you for your concern, Secretary Ivan. I feel much better."
She had inhaled trichloromethane and as a result, was forced by Morris Jackson to stay in the hospital for three days. This really delayed her schedule. The Lush auction was in a few days and she hadn't even gotten her ticket yet. She didn't know if her brother was going, she hadn't seen Martin Jenkins either, and there was also the dinner tonight...
Ah, she was so busy.
Ivan said, "With Mr. Jackson's care, it's no wonder Miss Lyra recovered so quickly."
