Chapter 745
Dennis Turner was just alighting and heading to his apartment. "What are you doing here?"
"Mr. Turner," Irene greeted him in return as she walked upto him.
"Is there a problem?" he asked.
Irene nodded.
"Alright, let's talk at my place. You can eat with us tonight," he said.
"No, we should keep this outside. And somewhere quiet," Irene said in refusal.
Dennis stared at her for a moment, noticing that she looked like she had something important to say.
"Alright. There's this restaurant nearby, and I often go there since the pasta is good. It's my treat."
With that, he started to walk, while Irene followed. "I shall take you up on your offer."
"Of course," Dennis said with a chuckle. "You don't have to hold back with me."
The restaurant was beneath one of the apartment blocks, and they reached it in a couple of minutes.
It was no luxury establishment, but everything inside was squeaky clean.
Dennis ordered two pastas along with other side dishes.
"Why don't you tell me what it is?" he asked while they waited for food to be served.
Irene took the diagnosis report from her bag and handed it to him. "You left this in your office. I saw it by chance, so I'm returning it to you."
Dennis smiled when he took it and saw what it was. "I was afraid my family would see it, so I kept it in my office inside some file no one would look at. I forgot where it was when I packed my things, so I thought I lost it... but I actually didn't."
Irene held his gaze. "Is this why you're in a hurry to retire?"
Dennis seemed at peace. "More or less. I was worried that Hotmesh Research would be a mess if I suddenly died without setting things straight. I won't rest in peace that way. N
Irene felt her chest tighten at the mention of death-being unable to help a patient was the worst feeling for a medical professional.
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