The guard on duty today was sweating profusely.
The chief did indeed say that the old chief needed to rest quietly, and no one was to disturb him.
But when Miss Grant ca up, she insisted on entering the old chief’s ward and even startled him. After that, he called her in, and there was nothing they could do.
But they had no way to explain these things, ultimately it was their negligence.
"You two don’t need to co tomorrow," Nathan Foster said calmly.
"Yes."
Fiona Grant was a bit lost in thought at this ti, not sure what she was thinking.
When Nathan Foster walked in, Fiona Grant stood up, went to him, and said in a gentle and obedient way, impossible to refuse:
"Uncle, I’m Fiona. It wasn’t their fault just now. It’s my fault. I insisted on seeing Grandpa. Don’t implicate others because of , or I’ll feel guilty."
South Grant quietly watched from the side.
She thought, in her past life, Fiona Grant must have chosen the wrong career. If she were an actress, her acting would be top-notch.
n usually have no resistance to this type of woman.
Even Nathan Foster might not be able to resist; listen to how sweetly she calls him uncle.
"You knew you’d involve others but did it anyway. This kind of selfish behavior, you’d feel guilty?"
Nathan Foster’s cold gaze made South Grant choke on her water.
When did this guy beco so sharp-tongued?
Nathan Foster cast a casual glance at South Grant, watching her choke on the water. He felt slightly balanced for a mont.
After he had choked earlier in the morning, he now felt a sense of completion.
Fiona Grant was initially stunned, probably not expecting Nathan Foster to react this way, and then her face turned beet red.
After all, she’s just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, not as thick-skinned as South Grant, with her youthful innocence and mature heart.
Being scrutinized by Nathan Foster, she was left speechless with her mouth agape.
Harold Foster, seeing Fiona Grant at a loss, spoke up to smooth things over.
"Fiona, your uncle has always been like this, very principled. Don’t take it to heart. Co, sit by Grandpa and tell him about your childhood stories."
Fiona Grant now had a way out, pouted in aggrieved manner, and returned to Harold Foster’s side.
Today, Howard Lockwood was in much better spirits, so Nathan Foster went to ask the doctor about his condition.
Not long after, Ivan Keller ca in, went up to South Grant, and said respectfully:
"Young Master Grant, the chief wants you to co over."
South Grant didn’t really want to be there, especially considering how she felt sick of being under the sa roof as Fiona Grant now.
But once inside Nathan Foster’s room, she could at least relax a bit.
It’s really strange; clearly, he’s soone she should keep her distance from, the person she should be wary of most, yet in front of him, she doesn’t have to pretend so hard.
Nathan Foster was tapping away at the keyboard; South Grant went over and looked at the characters on the screen, which were from the USB drive.
Seeing South Grant approach, Nathan Foster handed her a card.
"After the college entrance exam, contact this number and attend training for a month."
"What for?" South Grant didn’t understand what Nathan Foster intended.
Nathan Foster glanced at her broken right hand, "Not every ti will you be so lucky for to just happen to be there."
Upon hearing that, South Grant was taken aback.
Is this to teach her how to protect herself?
For so reason, an unusual feeling arose in South Grant’s heart.
It’s like when soone beats you up every day, then one day suddenly stops and gives you a piece of candy instead.
At that mont, stars of happiness practically twinkle in your heart.
Yes, exactly like that.
Suppressing that strange feeling, South Grant looked at the card’s details and contact information.
"Does this cost money?" South Grant noticed that the fees were quite high.
"Yes."
"If I ntion your na, can I get a 50% discount?" South Grant was short on cash.
Nathan Foster looked up at her and casually pulled the card back from her hand.
"Get a fracture discount."
South: "..."
ps: Doesn’t it seem like South and the sharp-tongued uncle get along pretty well?
Please vote, the number of votes is pitifully low, it’s almost unbearable to look at, boo hoo~~
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