When the two of them were talking, Fiona Grant had already seen them.
"Uncle, brother, you're back."
Fiona Grant's voice was soft and carried a sense of closeness when addressing people.
Nathan Foster nodded lightly, then walked over.
"Dad, how are you feeling? Should we have Vincent stay at home to observe you for a while?"
Upon hearing Nathan Foster's words, Harold Foster waved his hand, shaking his head.
"Don't disturb Vincent. It's hard enough to stay away from that group of doctors at the hospital. I don't want to mess with doctors again now."
Nathan Foster looked at Harold Foster's current state, feeling somewhat helpless.
