"Actually, my leg is fine, whether I apply medicine or not doesn't matter. It just hurt a bit when I fell, but now it's okay."
"That's good."
Stellan Sutton breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up, "I'll go see what Lucas is doing."
Just as he was about to go upstairs, Lucas came bustling in.
"Got a call just now, I'm here."
Lucas placed the medicine box on the coffee table and then looked at the two of them, feeling that their atmosphere had been off since earlier, so he cleared his throat and said, "President Sutton, they called me to go over there. I think I should organize things first, you can take care of Sherman."
Stellan Sutton didn't doubt him and nodded, "You go ahead."
"Alright!"
As soon as Lucas finished speaking, he disappeared from sight.
Looking at the pouring rain outside, he reluctantly headed to the gazebo in the back garden, waiting while marveling at his keen perception as an assistant.
