"..."
Old Master Wright didn't look at her again.
Not until the sound of the hospital door closing did he move his gaze from the window and glance at the tightly shut door, cursing Flossie Wright in his heart for her lack of tact; his eyes then fell upon the porridge placed beside the bed.
After a moment's thought, filled with resentment, he reached out to touch it, only to find that it still retained some warmth.
At least there's a bit of conscience left!
The resentment in Old Master Wright's heart dissipated somewhat.
...
Having obtained Old Master Wright's consent, the one major problem for Flossie Wright was thus smoothly resolved.
As for the issue between Regan Wright and Olivia Hamilton, she believed that Old Master Wright would handle it.
After all, even if they were opposed, they couldn't interfere with the Forces' affairs. And now that Old Master Wright was convinced, the factors threatening the Forces naturally vanished.
But—
