He thought he might have figured out what was going on, no one else but that man could be responsible.
He smiled and silently took the grapes to the restroom to wash them.
"Senior, what did you say to uncle and auntie?" Charlotte Green asked solemnly.
"Don't worry, they won't put pressure on you anymore," Gavin Turner said nonchalantly, bringing the peeled grapes to her lips.
Charlotte smiled awkwardly, "I can do it myself."
Gavin Turner shrugged his shoulders, "Can't even offer a little bit of help, I'm such a failure." Then, he opened his mouth and ate the grapes himself.
Charlotte let out a laugh, and the two began to chat sporadically.
...
A few days later, Gavin Turner was discharged from the hospital and someone was found to manage the Clinic. He was currently resting at home, and once he recuperated, he should go and take up the scalpel that was rightfully his.
