“Thank you so much for today, Dr. King,” Brock eximed emotionally. “My employee’s mother would


    still be in a normal ward if not for you.”


    He turned to Fred and beckoned, “Over here, Fred. Let me introduce you–this is Dr. Walter. King.”


    Fred hurried over and promptly took Walter King’s hand, shaking it excitedly. “I’m Fred Lawrence, Mr.


    Summer’s employee. Thank you so much for today.”


    Walter nodded and pped him on the shoulder. “Young man, do take good care of your mother… But


    I’m not the one doing you a favor here. There’s only one such special care ward, reserved for important


    people with urgent conditions. No one gets in unless they have the chief’s personal approval.”


    Brock simply presumed that Walter was being humble. “Oh, there’s no need to be so modest, Dr. King.


    We’d never get a word in with your chief! It’s all thanks to you!”


    Walter rolled his eyes, having the feeling that Brock’s brain was a little on the slow side.


    “You’re exaggerating. I don’t have the chief’s ears, you know.”


    “What?” Brock was taken aback.


    If Walter did not speak to Hali and arranged the special care ward for Carol, then who did?


    Nheless, Walter shot Fred a look. “Why are you spacing out here? Go thank the chief already.”


    Fred came to his senses and hurried to Hali. “Thank you so much, sir.‘


    Hali waved him off. “It’s not me either–Ms. Zimmer has spoken, and who am I to deny her?”


    It was only then that Fred noticed the inly dressed woman standing beside Hali whom he did not


    know.


    “And you are…?”


    Hali was smiling and left stunned. “What, you don’t know Ms. Zimmer? She’s the granddaughter of Dan


    Zimmer, the owner of Riveton’s Flora Hall!”


    “Oh, gosh!” Fred gasped, surprised that the woman was such an important figure. “I’m so sorry, Ms.


    Zimmer!”


    So that was why even Hali was being so respectful around her!


    J smiled. “It’s fine. Mr. Lawrence himself asked me, so I’ll do my best to help. My grandfather is


    friends with Hali too, so just call upon him if you need help around here.” “Mr. Lawrence? Which Mr.


    Lawrence are we talking about?” Fred asked, puzzled.


    ? ??? ? ?? ?? ? ???


    J raised a brow. “Frank Lawrence, of course.”


    Everyone was left astonished at that.


    Fred was left pursing his lips–did that mean that Frank had really arranged this special care ward for


    his mother?


    Beside him, Winter sighed exasperatedly.


    She really should have done everything she could to stop Frank from leaving earlier–the man had gone


    all out to help, only for Fred to chase him away.


    It would be weird if Frank was not disappointed!


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    Marian was stunned but kept it bottled since she recognized J, who was there with Frank at her car


    dealership.


    Never could she have expected that the modest woman was the granddaughter to the owner of Flora


    Hall!


    Two bigwigs, but shended neither.


    Naturally, Brock was left blushing awkwardly as well–who would not be, when he had been caught lying


    outright?


    Fred’s eyes dimmed with disappointment too. “So it really was Frank Lawrence…”


    He really thought he would be fine without the man… It turned out that without Frank, his mother would


    not even have been allowed in a proper ward.


    J looked around at them in turn and spotted Marian.


    Shepletely ignored Marian, however, and turned to Winter. “So, you’re Frank’s sister?”