Chapter 36 Warren Recognized Aria

Aria glanced up in the direction of the voice.

Warren had already risen from the sick bed. Despite his old age, his eyes exuded a sense of composure. It was a temperament honed through years of navigating the business world, a quality not possessed by everyone.

Though Marshall was also a businessman, he paled in comparison to Warren. Even in his weakened state, Warren's authority was evident in his tone.

Besides Warren, the good-looking patient from yesterday was also there.

The man was seated by the bed with his legs crossed. Shorn of his formal suit, he still carried an air of elegance. His slender hands, with their pronounced knuckles, rested on his lap as he prepared a chess move for Warren. Upon noticing Aria, he offered her a warm smile, which she returned politely.

Then, she set her black bag down and stood before Warren. She had a humble smile on her face. "It's too much to call me your savior. It's my duty as a doctor to cure patients."

Warren's hand, reaching for a ches