He couldn’t control Caryn, so he turned his head and spoke to Celine Tucker: "Caryn can’t go, let’s go."
Who knew Celine would also show a hesitant expression: "I suddenly rembered that Ivy Wilmar invited for lunch in the afternoon."
Leonardy Zachmann took a deep breath, his dark eyes staring at her: "You an you can’t go either?"
Celine faced him openly, with a guilty expression, but it seed quite fake: "I can’t go today, could you help tell Dad when you see him? I’ll visit him another day."
His wife and daughter both had the sa attitude, leaving Leonardy Zachmann caught in the middle, unable to be either here or there.
He was silent for a long ti.
Yet Celine acted as if she didn’t notice, remaining silent.
Leonardy Zachmann couldn’t force her to go anyway, to avoid making things even more unpleasant, so he could only compromise: "Alright, I understand."
Celine’s eyes flashed a hint of contemptuous mockery, then she instructed the servant to pour him a glass of water.
Hendrik Zachmann had remained silent before but interjected at this mont, looking up towards the man’s direction, saying softly: "Dad, I’ll go with you later."
Celine originally thought none of them would go, leaving Leonardy Zachmann to go alone. Who knew Hendrik would suddenly say such a thing.
She instinctively frowned, opened her mouth, but in front of Leonardy Zachmann, she couldn’t speak too bluntly.
"Hendrik, didn’t you have an appointnt with Mr. Barness?"
Owen Yapiter’s condition was gradually stabilizing, and Evron Barness had also co to Beijing.
Hendrik had previously arranged to et Evron Barness.
Celine was also aware of this, which is why she brought it up.
Leonardy Zachmann’s furrowed eyebrow finally relaxed, but upon hearing Celine’s words, he couldn’t help but look at Hendrik questioning with his eyes.
However, Hendrik appeared quite indifferent, saying, "I’ll give Mr. Barness a phone call later to let him know, anyway, we just arranged to et and have a al. We can have that al anyti. It doesn’t have to be tonight."
Leonardy Zachmann let out a deep breath, reached out to pat his shoulder, smiled, and said to him: "Hmm, Nathalie is also coming back today. She will likely go to your grandpa’s place too."
"I know." Hendrik lowered his eyes, his handso face changing from the habit of frowning whenever Nathalie was ntioned before, becoming much calr.
No one knows a son better than his father!
Leonardy Zachmann clearly sensed the change in Hendrik’s attitude towards Nathalie, feeling gratified. He patted him on the shoulder twice, then went upstairs: "I’ll go change my clothes."
...
When Leonardy Zachmann and Hendrik arrived at the nursing ho.
Nathalie had already arrived.
She entered the ward with ease, pulled a chair to sit in front of Mr. Zachmann’s hospital bed, then unzipped the single shoulder bag she brought, extracting a glass bottle from inside, and placing it on Mr. Zachmann’s bedside table.
"Is it that health product again?" Mr. Zachmann had long been used to seeing these unlabeled, unwrapped transparent bottles, affectionately asking the girl.
The girl had changed into a casual shirt, partially tucked into her jeans, exposing a gap, creating a very relaxed and effortless style.
After putting the dicine on Mr. Zachmann’s bedside table, she returned to the chair and picked an orange from the side to peel, lowering her eyelashes. "Hmm," she responded casually.
"Why did you buy another new one?" Though Mr. Zachmann said this, his face clearly couldn’t hide his smile, looking extrely pleased: "I haven’t finished the bottle you bought last ti, yet you bought another, what a waste. Next ti, don’t buy it for , save the money to buy yourself a couple of clothes, I noticed you hardly have any nice clothes."
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