Alex's POV:
Natou walked forward and carried Orlene in her arms. "I will take care of her," she said, and she walked upstairs with her.
I frowned at my father. "Why did you bring her here?"
"She kept insisting; she said she wanted to see Olivia."
"Oh, and now she did," I sneered before turning to Bruno.
"Get the car ready," I ordered, and he nodded. Olivia wasn't crippled, but the doctor suggested she rest for a while.
And if I ask her to walk, I doubt she will listen.
I pushed her out of the house towards the car and carried her in while Bruno took care of the wheelchair.
"How old is the therapist?" I asked as he drove out of the mansion.
"28, 27 maybe," he answered, and I frowned.
"I want someone of experience, not a young trainee."
