"What do you mean?" Abbott couldn't help asking, "Are you suggesting that we've been badmouthing you in front of Drake?"
"Abbott, that's not what I meant!" William tried to explain.
"You don't have to say anything. Where is Mom?" Abbott said dismissively.
William quickly updated them on the current situation, especially Drake, as if he was putting all his efforts into him.
When they arrived in the room, they thought the old Mrs. Lawson was faking it. But when they saw her sleeping soundly in bed and couldn't wake her up after calling her several times, they realized she had really been frightened yesterday.
As her son, Abbott couldn't say she deserved it, but he felt relieved to see the old Mrs. Lawson finally get her comeuppance.
After a while, he looked at William and asked, "Did you call an ambulance?"
"Abbott, I've never encountered this before. It doesn't seem like a physical problem. Maybe it's something else. I thought since Drake is a local, he might know who to call, so I told him everything." William explained anxiously.
From his perspective, Abbott was falsely accusing him, didn't he?
Abbott didn't want to bother with these things and heard someone outside asking, "Excuse me, is this William's place?"
William looked puzzled, not recognizing the stranger.
Drake saw the newcomer and welcomed him, "You're here!"
"Mr. Riley!"
Finally, the person found someone familiar and walked in, taking off his shoes.
Drake introduced him, "This is our family's private doctor who came to treat the old Mrs. Lawson!"
When William heard that he was the Riley family's private doctor, he was excited but still a bit worried. He couldn't say something like he might not be able to help in front of the doctor, so he remained silent.
After the private doctor examined the old Mrs. Lawson, he walked over to Drake and Abbott.
"The old lady's physical condition is fine; it should be something mental." Said the private doctor.
William exclaimed, "See, I told you she might have some mental issues!"
The private doctor glanced at him but didn't say anything. When he looked at Drake and Abbott, he said, "But I prescribed some calming medication for her. It might help her wake up. When she wakes up, a psychologist would be great. There are no other major issues."
Drake nodded and signaled for him to leave.
William walked up to Drake and held his hand. "I knew finding you, Drake, was the most important thing. Only you can solve this. But Drake, I think you should find a master to have your grandmother checked out. I still think she's not mentally stable."
"I don't know any masters. You heard what the doctor said. If you trust me, follow his advice. If not, then forget it."
Drake didn't say much.
William was always scheming. He quickly added, "Of course, I believe you. But there's something else I want to negotiate with you."
Abbott had no idea what his younger brother was up to.
"Look, Drake, we're not familiar with this place. If there's anything we need, we'll have to find you. Taking care of your grandmother is too much for us. What do you think of taking her back with you first and then when she's better, you can bring her back to us."
That was their intention to bring him here, right? Well done, if Abbott didn't take her away, he would be seen as an unfilial son.
"William, it's not that I don't want to take Mom with me. It's just considering her condition, who knows what problems we might encounter on the way. How about I have someone take her away immediately after Mom wakes up and her health is confirmed?"
William knew his brother was cunning. If the old Mrs. Lawson really woke up, she wouldn't leave with Abbott.
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