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Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Wishing Second Young Master A Speedy Recovery
 

Pullan came in and immediately sensed that something was off in the room.

He glanced at Brandon Piers, then at Abigail. Finally, his gaze landed on Abigail’s strange hairstyle. How did her hair change so quickly, and what’s with the half-tied, half-loose look?

And what happened to the curtains? And the coffee table… wait, who cut the apple? Finishing his thoughts, Pullan saw Brandon’s blanket, and a strange feeling arose in his heart. He quickly stepped forward. “Second Young Master, I’ll change it for you…”

As soon as he touched the blanket, Pullan noticed Brandon Piers had one normal pant leg and the other half-torn. The tearing was evident from the exaggerated frayed edges.

Pullan looked up in horror and saw Brandon’s pale face. “Second Young Master…”

His young master couldn’t stand asymmetrical patterns, let alone a half-torn pant leg. What exactly had happened? But before he could finish his words, Brandon’s voice, filled with immense anger, cut him off. “Put it down.”

Pullan thought he had heard wrong. He held the blanket, unsure of what to do next.

“No need to change it.” Brandon took a deep breath, suppressing his irritability.

“…” Pullan looked at Brandon, then at Abigail, feeling that something was odd.

Abigail glanced at the time. “It’s getting late. I wish you a speedy recovery.”

Brandon avoided looking at her hair, focusing his gaze instead on her chest. “Pullan, see her out!”

Although Brandon’s tone seemed calm, having been by his side for many years, Pullan could detect the hidden turbulence. He couldn’t help but glance at Abigail again.

Yet Abigail’s expression was perfectly calm.

Once Abigail left, Brandon immediately instructed Pullan, “Go, bring me an eye mask.”

Out of sight, out of mind.

Pullan looked at the chaotic and disordered room. “Second Young Master, how about I get you a different room?”

Normally, Brandon wouldn’t have tolerated this mess, not even for a second. He would have moved to a different room immediately, especially with those half-torn hospital pants.

“Shut up.” He didn’t need this fool to remind him if he could change rooms.

Pullan thought, “Alright, if you’re not uncomfortable, we won’t change it.”

Brandon, “uncomfortable,” closed his eyes and asked, “Did you find Dr. Foster?”

“Yes, he was sent to the M Kingdom. They said it’s to attend an international cardiac conference, but Dean Foster had already declined three days prior. It was Uncle Piers who forced him out. The conference should end in about half a month.” Pullan reported, silently cursing Oliver Piers for his cruelty, essentially denying the Second Young Master a chance for another surgery.

“As long as he’s safe.” Brandon felt relieved. The success rate when Jeffrey did his surgery wasn’t as high as the little chubby doctor’s. It was a blessing in disguise.

Jeffrey was a top talent in cardiac surgery. Any mishap involving him was a loss to the entire medical field and would cause Brandon deep guilt, knowing everything stemmed from him.

Now, Jeffrey was merely attending a conference in the M Kingdom, safe and sound, which was fortunate.

“Miss Sophia Patel wishes to see you.” Pullan continued.

“No need. Give her the money. If she’s willing to stay with Piers, she can stay. If not, give her severance pay.” Brandon’s voice lacked any personal emotions.

“Yes.”

Knock knock, knock knock…

Pullan had just finished responding when a knock sounded at the door of the hospital room.

The man lying in bed frowned in displeasure. The irregular knocking reminded him again of the room’s disordered state, making Brandon Piers feel uncomfortable all over, completely forgetting his gentlemanly manner.

“Tell them to get out.”

Pullan opened the door, and Sophia Patel outside just happened to hear this, her eyes reddening. “Second Young Master…”

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