He put the milk back, lowered his head to kiss her little face, and softly said, "I'll get you a glass of juice."
He released her and walked out, speaking to the servant waiting outside the door, "Bring a glass of room temperature orange juice."
The servant respectfully nodded, "Yes."
Trenton Smith stood at the door, thinking for a moment. Then, he walked to the side of the corridor, took out his phone and called the dean of the City People's Hospital.
"Young Master Smith?"
"Help me schedule a medical checkup for tomorrow. I'll bring someone over in the afternoon."
"What specific tests should we prepare?"
Treton was silent for a while, pinching his phone and thinking before saying, "A full body checkup."
The servant brought a fresh glass of squeezed orange juice. Trenton Smith took it, put away his phone, and walked back in.
Norris Moore was lowering her head to eat the fried egg with a fork, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if she still felt uncomfortable.
