"Miss Yancey..." Milo also looked toward Linda, leaving a trailing remark in a timely manner. He was implying that if Jefford wasn’t supposed to come with Linda, he could ask Jefford to leave. "The people from the Yancey family are quite interesting..." Greg said with a smirk. Linda concealed a hint of embarrassment and anger in her eyes. She was good at being composed, which was her usual demeanor. "Haha, let me introduce him to everyone. This is Jefford, my nephew. I asked him to come here." As she spoke, Linda glanced at Jefford, who was approaching, and said to him, "What took you so long? Yet, you're blaming me for arriving first." "There was some trouble on the road, hence the delay. I'll punish myself with a drink!" Jefford walked to the last empty seat and sat down, pouring himself a drink. "Mr. Yancey, you sure are straightforward!" Milo chuckled. Melanie looked at Jefford. She didn't understand why he suddenly appeared here. Regardless of whether he only knew

Melanie's long eyelashes trembled slightly. It seemed that Greg had informants everywhere here. Even if they left this room, he knew every move of the people at the table. She was worried for Jefford. Yet, she saw that Jefford remained calm, his eyes showing no hint of panic. "Is it strange?" Jeffrey calmly asked in return. "Milo is a good host. As soon as you step out of the door, you can see the restroom sign." "Oh?" Greg smirked. "Am I so inattentive? Last time I went out, I didn't see any sign." "There is indeed one." Milo smiled. Greg laughed heartily on purpose. "I thought you had been here before, Mr. Yancey." "Never." Jeffrey replied with a steady, polite smile, "But this place is so nice. I'll come more often in the future." "You're always welcome. Your frequent visits would be an honor for Heaven on Earh." Milo raised his glass and clinked it with Jeffrey's. Melanie secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Jefford remained calm and logical. How

The voice outside the door was like a bolt from the blue! It instantly shattered the amorous atmosphere in the restroom. Jeffrey's movements halted abruptly, and Melanie shuddered. She quickly cleared her throat and said, "I'm fine. I'll be out soon." She jumped down from the sink but was caught by the man who encircled her in his arms. "What exactly is your relationship with Hank? Why does he treat you this way?" "I...” Melanie sighed helplessly. Explaining now that she and Hank shared the same grandfather was too complicated... "We’re friends. It’s not what you think," she simply assured. "He knows you very well. He’s more than just a regular friend!" He had a look that said she couldn't leave today until she clarified everything. "You’re overthinking it. I'll explain later. I really need to get back, or they'll get suspicious. You should go back too." Melanie pushed him away and started straightening her clothes. Jeffrey frowned. It was the first time he had seen a

"Why did you need to talk in private?" When Melanie and Linda entered the room, Greg asked arrogantly in his seat. "Girl talk." Linda smiled coyly. "Mr. Hardy, I came today to let you know I'm safe. Last time I left, I was unconscious and couldn't say goodbye to you. This time I wanted to make up for it," Melanie said sincerely after composing herself. "You’re already here, and yet you still want to say goodbye to me?" Greg had hoped Linda would persuade Melanie to stay, so he was somewhat disappointed. "Yes." Melanie nodded decisively. "I have patients who need my care. I don't belong here. I hope my presence tonight hasn't spoiled anyone's mood." "But I also have illnesses. My lungs are bad, and I have heart problems. You know this, don't you? I could also be your patient." Greg made a final effort. "Mr. Hardy, you have a prestigious status and surely no shortage of professional doctors to serve you. My patients need my unique acupuncture to recover. They really need me

"You are a doctor yourself, so you should understand that not feeling hungry doesn't mean you can skip meals." Professor Marshall emphasized with a stern face, "Go eat now. Oh, by the way, I'm planning to go home in the next two days. What are your plans?" Melanie was surprised for a second but then quickly understood. They had been at the temporary hospital for two months, and she had heard that no new patients would be admitted in the near future, so it was indeed time to leave. "I came here with you. If you're leaving, why would I stay?" Melanie replied. "I thought you were so absorbed that you'd want to stay and continue studying the old cases," Professor Marshall teased. "When are you leaving? I'll go with you. I also feel that my health hasn't been great lately, and I need some time to recuperate," Melanie said. Caleb's residual toxins had long been cleared, and Alex's leg had regained sensation. They no longer needed her, as there were professional rehabilitation d