Mr. Zachmann, after being in the political ga for several decades, has certainly developed a pair of discerning eyes. It’s impossible for him not to see that she simply doesn’t want to go, rather than not having the ti.
He noticed Nathalie didn’t want to go and didn’t insist, just said: "I’ve been feeling unwell lately, and don’t really want to go either. If you’re not going, maybe I won’t go either."
Caryn Zachmann has already been removed from the Zachmann Family’s genealogy.
He could also tell that his daughter-in-law doesn’t genuinely want him to go.
Since others are only being polite with him, he also understands the principle of being ’mindful.’
At his age, he’s not about to shalessly crash soone else’s recognition feast.
"This ti she’s joined the Pharmaceutical Association and accepted that person from the Quarles Family as her godmother. You already have conflicts with her..."
Mr. Zachmann’s face was covered with a layer of worry, looking at Nathalie and saying: "Nathalie, try to avoid her during this period. Don’t provoke her. She’s narrow-minded, unlike Audrick."
Nathalie doesn’t care who Caryn claims as her godmother, nor does she think joining the Pharmaceutical Association is particularly impressive.
But she doesn’t want Mr. Zachmann, at his advanced age, to worry over trivial family matters, so she suppressed the deepness in her eyes, understandingly nodded and said: "I know."
Mr. Zachmann felt much more at ease and asked Nathalie: "Did your dad give you that thing?"
Indeed, Stanley Zachmann had given Nathalie sothing similar to a seal.
She rembered and nodded: "He did."
"Alright." Mr. Zachmann felt slightly reassured, smiled and said: "Once you’re done with your busy period, I’ll take the opportunity to introduce a few elders to you."
"She’s entered their Pharmaceutical Association, but with grandpa around, grandpa won’t let anyone bully you."
*
Nathalie stayed in the Nursing Ho talking with Mr. Zachmann until eight o’clock in the evening.
The elderly, being older, certainly don’t have the sa energy as when they were young.
Even though she could tell Mr. Zachmann really wanted to stay with her for longer, trying to keep energetic to talk with her, his face couldn’t hide the signs of fatigue.
Nathalie checked the ti and then bid him farewell, planning to visit again in so ti.
As she walked out of the Nursing Ho, the sky outside had already turned pitch black.
The night was like a thick inkstone, so deep it couldn’t be dissolved.
The September Beijing sky was dotted with stars, under the bright moonlight, Nathalie imdiately saw the man leaning against the Range Rover beside the street.
Amadeus Yancey was leaning there, head down, looking at his phone, dressed in a black trench coat, as distinguished as ever amidst the night.
It’s uncertain how long he had been waiting by the car.
Seeing Nathalie co out.
Amadeus put down his phone, the proud lips beneath his tall nose curled into a smile: "You’re out?"
In front of Nathalie, he had already restrained himself considerably.
Yet Nathalie still, at a glance, saw the sharp edge beneath his good temper, feeling he wasn’t easy to deal with.
Her eyes darkened slightly, and she silently withdrew her gaze, leisurely walking towards that person.
Hm, it seems she isn’t easy to deal with either.
They are evenly matched.
Amadeus waited for her to walk over, took her single shoulder bag from her shoulder, his brows clear and attractive, looked at her with a slight smile, warmly asked: "How is Mr. Zachmann’s health?"
Nathalie glanced at him again, a sideways glance, particularly enchanting: "His spirit is alright, but he looks sowhat unwell, maybe hasn’t rested well recently."
Amadeus opened the car door of the Range Rover, his Adam’s apple moved up and down from her sideways glance, his eyes darkened quite a bit, a rather dangerous look: "En, I haven’t visited the old man in a long ti, I’ll accompany you next ti to see Mr. Zachmann."
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