"I'll handle my own matters. You should focus on Stella; she's getting more and more out of hand lately."
"Bro, come on, I was just speaking up for you!"
Stella grumbled discontentedly as Stellan strode out of the hall.
Eve stood in a distant corner, her eyes downcast, gazing at the grass on the ground, and then she cleared her throat lightly.
Upon hearing the sound, Eve quickly walked over, "President Sutton, are we ready to leave?"
"Yes."
Stellan nodded but didn't rush to get in the car. Instead, he looked down at Eve, "Is your wound getting better?"
Eve wore a long-sleeve shirt today, covering up the injury.
She hadn't expected Stellan to still remember this and hurriedly nodded, "It's much better, President Sutton, thank you for your concern. After disinfecting it today, the wound should be healed."
"Good."
Stellan seemed to be in a good mood and pointed to another Cullinan in the garage, "Let's take this one today."
"Alright."
