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Chapter 155 The weather was clear, and the early summer breeze was refreshing, making the morning quite pleasant. Yet George, sitting in the pavilion, wore a grim expression, clearly in a foul mood.

Brad hurried towards him, holding in his right hand a small paper bag emblazoned with the hospital's logo. Inside the bag was a neatly packed brown medicine bottle. He said, "These new meds are just arrived from Serenburg. Mr. Wellington needed to take them for a month before his surgery..." Halfway through his words, s, Brad looked around but couldn't see Dominick anywhere.

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Seeing George's displeased face, Brad forced a bitter smile. "Did Mr. Wellington head back to the office?" Yesterday was Thanksgiving, and today, being a Sunday, Dominick and Stephanie had risen early to have breakfast with George. It was a rare occasion when Dominick played chess with George. Apparently, Stephanie had gone out as well.

"He went with his wife to the nursing hin the north of the city." Glancing at the half-played chessboard, George scowled. "I never thought that brat knew anything about dedication. Hmph, you may as well give these meds to his wife." Brad was momentarily taken aback but then laughed softly. "Mr. Wellington should visit the nursing home. Stephanie has always been closer to her aunt Diana than to her own family. It's only right that he pays his respects, and it seems he's quite attentive this time." George seemed to be provoked and shouted angrily, "Of course he's attentive! Just because I ignored his wife for a few days, he askednot to make things difficult for her. worried I'll scare Stephanie." George grabbed his cane and slow, walked to the edge of the lotus pond, cursing, "Such an ungrateful brat! Foolish! He's been married to this woman for just six months, and he's already treating her he raised when still a kid. He hasn't grown a bit.” Despite his harsh words, face "Br. Wellington has always been р wouldn't let anyone touch his dog. It was the show She did to that dog I His eyes were fixed on the blooming lotuses, deep in thought.

of those he cares about." Brad couldn't help but smile, remembering how Dominick, even as a child, ne with his s wife 1 Dow No "Has Dominick been in a good mood lately?" Work as allowed to meddle.

ked offhandedly.

Before Brad could respond, George set his cane aside and gripped the railing with his aged hands. Leaning over, like a mischievous child, he tried to touch and separate the lotuses in the pond.

"Mr. George Wellington, you could into the pond. It's not like the old days," Brad warned, hurrying over.

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"Do you think I'm old and useless, too?" George stood a little straighter and turned his head to glance at his old companion. With a resigned smile, he said, "Brad, I'm getting old and will be leaving before long. It's just my bad luck that the Wellingtons has such a troubleschild." Brad's face grew serious. He wanted to offer scomforting words, but he knew George understood that Dominick wasn't reckless and knew very well about his illness.

"If that brat doesn't wantto know the thing I asked you to look into last time, there's no need to pursue it further."

Brad was surprised to hear this. "Mr.

George Wellington, there are many connections between Mr. Wellington veix becoming an assistant professor in Caelorium six years ago and the car accident involving Oscar. And then there's Stephanie.."

"As long as Stephanie behaves herself, delivers the kids, and plays the role of Dominick's wife without any incidents, I won't care about won't what happened in the past," George's voice echoed around the tranquil lotus pond, carrying a faint sense of unease. Meanwhile, the black sports car sped smoothly down the highway. Inside, Stephanie refused to wear her seatbelt, finding it uncomfortable. She complained with a sullen face, “Dominick, you're so finicky." "I heard from Brad that you used to have a puppy. When you took it out for a walk, you would arrogantly declare that it was your dog if anyone tried to pet it. You were such a proud little kid."

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