Miles Xavier looked indifferent, raised his gaze to him, then returned to his work, shrugging his shoulders and speaking in his usual calm tone, "If you want to faint in front of her, you can forgo the dication and try physical therapy."
He frowned slightly, "Prescribe the dicine."
"Do you need to issue a hospitalization certificate for you?"
He shook his head, his voice clear, "No, that’s troubleso. I’ll co to your office every morning from now on."
"Alright."
He intended to leave but saw Julian Eas’ na on his dical record and asked, "How’s Julian doing over there?"
Miles Xavier: "Everything is normal for now, but he’s severely injured. Recovery will take so ti."
His heart sank a little, "Approximately how long?"
"At least six months, at most a year. From a dical standpoint, his brain, ribs, and legs are injured, and if not properly cared for, disability isn’t just a probability."
Upon hearing this, he furrowed his long eyebrows, his gaze sowhat cold and his tone unapologetic, "If he becos disabled, prepare to join him in a wheelchair."
Miles Xavier acted as if he hadn’t heard, shrugging, "Turn left when you leave, I’m not seeing you off."
Aiden Shaw didn’t linger, left the office, and glanced toward the direction of Julian Eas’ hospital room.
He is an entertainer, and ti is more precious than life to him.
A year out of the spotlight equates to being forgotten and blacklisted.
The entertainnt industry is inherently a cruel place. Over this year, many possibilities could arise, but one thing is certain, the audience will forget him due to new talented artists.
Perhaps this would ruin his career.
He stood in the hallway for a while, then headed toward Julian Eas’ room.
At the door of the hospital room, he knocked.
Agent Chance Hayes opened the door, and seeing it was him, the fatigue on his face beca a bit serious, respectfully addressing him, "Fourth Master."
"How is it going?"
Chance Hayes was very worried about the current situation, "Julian is out of danger but very weak, almost constantly asleep."
He nodded, then went in.
Finn Pierce saw him arrive, "Little Uncle."
May Sloane turned upon hearing him, suddenly recalling that Tiana had just learned about his blood donation, afraid of being seen through, she withdrew her gaze, continuing to gently wipe the comatose Julian Eas’ face with a warm towel, careful not to hurt him.
Chance Hayes knew he and Tiana Thorne were in a relationship, and this visit was on her behalf.
Aiden Shaw got straight to the point, asking, "How long is the contract with Saga Group?"
Lowering his head, his mood still very low, "Due this winter, a few months left. We were discussing renewal before, but now...it’s uncertain."
"No need to renew."
Chance Hayes looked at him in shock.
May Sloane only paused her actions montarily, quickly resuming them; the result was not surprising.
He would risk his life to donate blood for Tiana’s savior and naturally protect his career.
After all, without Julian Eas, Tiana would be long gone.
Chance Hayes feared he had misheard, reconfirming, "What do you an?"
"Julian Eas, I’m signing him. You and he co over."
Chance Hayes felt imnse shock, knowing Julian Eas’ current condition, acting again was almost impossible, signing him over would be a loss.
People say Fourth Master Shaw is an extrely ruthless and cold businessman, lacking compassion, willing to send his uncle to prison in his entrepreneurial days.
At this mont, it seed the rumors were wrong.
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