Lucas let out a soft hum.
Only then did Mason sigh. "You have guts. You were so worried Tiffany might get hurt that you didn't even think about yourself."
That drone, with its load, weighed over 132 pounds—heavier than Tiffany herself. As such, it wasn't surprising that Lucas would take the hit without hesitation.
They never expected that he would grab the wrong person in the darkness. Fortunately, Tiffany hadn't been injured.
Upon hearing this, Tiffany furrowed her brows slightly. She was partially concerned, relieved, and moved.
Jason still felt the lingering fear. If Lucas hadn't made that mistake, the one injured would've been Evelyn.
With that thought, he asked, "What exactly happened? How did you grab the wrong person?"
Lucas stirred the bowl of oatmeal with his spoon, his expression calm and unshaken. "The wind stirred up by the rotor was too strong. I couldn't open my eyes and lost my sense of direction."
Jason nodded. It was true that the wind produced by the mid-sized drone was no joke.
"Did the doctor say how long you'll need to stay in the hospital?" Tiffany asked.
Lucas paused to consider her words. His injuries weren't just surface-level. The bone had fractured, and his right arm was currently immobile. "Around a week, I think."
Mason leaned back on the couch and bit into an apple. "As long as it didn't hit anything vital, it's manageable."
After some thought, Tiffany asked suddenly, "What's Dr. Miller's specialty?"
"Why?" Jason looked up and asked in response.
Tiffany hesitated for a moment before explaining, "It's about my mother's follow-up treatment. I want to switch to a more authoritative doctor. I heard he's pretty well-known internationally, but I don't know much about his background.
"Jason, aren't you close with Dr. Miller?"
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