Or… less than three months.
Many things were unknown.
"So what should we do?"
Elisa wrinkled her brows tightly and walked to sit on the couch.
Gareth also suddenly got up and walked to sit across from her as if it was easier to look at her.
Elisa's brows furrowed tightly, but, in the end, she said in a low voice, "Perhaps… the progress has to be sped up. We can give her the second injection tonight, but you decide on the specific excuse."
Elisa didn't say anything else, but her expression was particularly solemn.
She could have said all this on the phone, but it was necessary to say it in person.
As they were talking, Gareth's cell phone suddenly rang. Gareth furrowed his brows tightly and looked at Thomas' message.
Thomas: 'Mr. Wickam, Ms. Tabor is downstairs.'
His brows wrinkled slightly, and he replied.
Gareth: 'Another day.'
He only typed two words. He didn't say anything else.
When Thomas saw it, he felt bad…
Mr. Wickam had said it so bluntly, but Thomas had to think of a tactful way to say it. Otherwise, it would be offensive.
Actually, it was often times like that. Mr. Wickam gave instructions, then Thomas had to adapt in the middle.
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