The hand covered with age spots paused in mid-air, and ripples rippled in the muddled eyes.

The siren of the ambulance from ten years ago seems to echo in my ears again. That was the day when Alexander's parents had an accident.

At that time, he fainted in front of the emergency room. When he woke up.his son and daughter-in-law had already passed away.

For them, those were some really painful memories.

Now, with Alexander bringing it up again, Carl couldn't help but get teary-eyed.

Although he didn't know why Alexander suddenly asked about it. Carl still answered without hesitation.

"Back then, Philip did seem a bit off. Dúring that time, he and your mom were super busy and rarely stayed home. I don't know exactly what they were up to, but I occasionally heard them talking about some virus."

"Virus?"

"Yeah, and besides that, I also heard them mention the Knight family."Carl frowned,trying to remember.

"Ever since we got wealthy, we stopped hanging out with the Knight Family. I donI't know how your parents got mixed up with the Knights.When I asked them, they wouldn't say."

Thinking about Wendy's parents who also died in an accident a few years ago, Alexander lowered his head, his eyes deep and contemplative.

His heart was in turmoil, but his face remained calm. He said lightly, "It's nothing, Grandpa. I was just curious."

Carl affectionately patted his head, "Just don't focus solely on the company and treating Chris' eyes. You're not getting any younge; it's time to think about your personal life. My only wish now is to hold your child.You should hurry up."

This time, Alexander didn't brush it off like he usually did. Carl's words made him think of Wendy, and his heavy heart lightened a little.

Alexander recalled Wendy's slender figure under her white coat, and his lips involuntarily curled up, "Someone has already chosen her, but I have to wait until I win her over."

Carl's eyes lit up instantly, and he eagerly asked, "Who is it? Tell me quickly."

Alexander looked at Carl's expectant eyes and smiled, "Don't worry, it's someone you know. I'll tell you once I win her over."

"You little brat!" Carl pretended to scold him, "You're keeping secrets from me now."

"It's not a secret." Alexander smiled, "I'm just afraid if you know, you'll scare her away."

Carl shook his head, laughing, "You're getting more cunning."

Alexander chuckled, "T'll head out now. You rest well, Grandpa."

"Go on, go on," Carl waved him off.

Alexander left the lounge and strolled along the cobblestone path towards

the main building.

Just as he stepped over the threshold, he ran into Quinn coming out of the kitchen.

She paused for a moment upon seeing Alexander, then quickly stepped forward to greet him, "Mr. Turner, you're back."

"Are you preparing dinner?" Alexander asked.

"Yes, Mr. Alexander Turner," Quinn replied concisely, "Mr. Carl Turner's blood sugar has been a bit high recently, so I made some low-sugar dishes to help lower it."

"Thanks," Alexander nodded, then suddenly remembered something.

"Quinn, you've been back for over four years now, righ? Were you already taking over for Reed before my parents' accident?"

Quinn had studied to be a professional housekeeper abroad and returned to take over Reed's duties after graduation.

Though called a housekeeper, she was more like a consultant, managing the Turner family's finances and security.

In many ways, her authority even surpassed Alexander's secretary.

Quinn's abilities were on par with Reed's, and in some areas, she even surpassed him.

Over the years, Alexander had come to trust her deeply.

Quinn paused, then respectfully answered. "Yes, Mr. Turner, I returned before your parents' accident."

"Did you notice anything unusual during that time?" Alexander asked.

Quinn pressed her lips together, remaíning silent for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Turner,I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.”

Alexander looked at her intently, making Quinn break into a cold sweat before he finally looked away, "Alright, you can go rest now."

"Yes, Mr. Turner."

The morning light pierced through the clouds, squeezing through the window cracks and spilling into the bustling and noisy second internal medicine office.

At nine in the morning, Wendy clutched a stack of medical records tightly as she hurried into the office.

She skillfully changed into her white coat and headed straight to bed 29.

A new patient,'Sean Rogers, had been admitted two days ago, with blood in the urine, initially suspected to be a urinary stone.

At that moment, Sean was lounging on the bed, leisurely flipping through a magazine.

Seeing Wendy approach, he immediately put down the magazine and stood up swiftly, asking anxiously, "Dr. Knight, are my CT results out yet?Is everything okay?"

Wendy reassured him, "The report hasn't come in yet, don't worry.How are you feeling? Any discomfort?"

Sean responded with a wry smile, "Dr. Knight. I had a physical training

session at work a few days ago, and my whole body is sore. Lying in bed is the only thing that feeIs somewhat better."

Wendy took a closer look at Sean; he didn't look like a patient at all.

Sean's muscles were firm, and he had a robust build. A simple white T-shirt looked particularly good on him.

"What do you do for a living?" Wendy couldn't help but ask.

"I'm a cop," Sean said, his chin lifting slightly, his voice full of pride.

"I see." Wendy nodded in understanding. No wonder he looked so fit.

After giving Sean some instructions, Wendy continued her rounds,staying busy until noon when she finally had a moment to rest.

As she returned to the office, ready to grab lunch, she saw Chris being wheeled in by a nurse, holding a large insulated food container.

"Wendy, I brought some food for you to try," Chris said, having the nurse place the food on the table, warmly inviting Wendy to sit down.

"Today's lunch is made from fresh ingredients Alexander had flown in. It tastes amazing." he added.

Wendy paused, looking at the sumptuous spread.

For the past few days, Chris had been bringing lots of delicious food to share with her at lunch:

All of it was nutritious and made from expensive ingredients.

Wendy knew exactly who was behind this.

But she still couldn't understand Alexander's intentions.

Was it really just for Chris' health, or was it for some long-lost neighborly affection?