"Where's Stuart Truman?"
Joshua Sulliven asked in a deep voice.
"Assistant Truman is having a meal in the kitchen."
Joshua Sulliven's face darkened even more. He had lost his appetite, yet the man had run off to eat first!
Wait a minute!
Why was he only eating now today?
Joshua Sulliven narrowed his eyes as he got out of bed, pushing the IV drip rack with one hand, and walked toward the kitchen wearing a pair of slippers.
In the kitchen, Stuart Truman, who was gnawing on buns, stopped chewing involuntarily as he listened to the sound of wheels gliding through the corridor and couldn't help but prick up his ears.
As he listened, Stuart Truman felt something was off, always feeling like the sound of the wheels and footsteps were heading towards him.
Stuart Truman quickly stood up, looking toward the direction of the room door, stuffing buns into his mouth and sipping soup at the same time.
