In the hospital, there were still many peopleing and going, and many patients came to seek treatment due to its reputation. Rowan, dressed in his work uniform, was in the office, consulting with patients. He was elegant and calm, extremely professional, and full of patience.


    “A bone fissure and a fracture are different. Since it’s so painful, it’s better to take an X-ray first, alright?” Rowan’s voice was gentle.


    “Of course, since we’re here, we’ll listen to the doctor’s advice.”


    ire sat in a partitioned area, writing a novel. To an outsider, her days might seem boring.


    However, in her heart, she felt that this was a good kind ofpanionship, breathing the same air as him in the same room.


    Tristan’s car was parked downstairs, and he walked into the hospital lobby, waiting for the elevator to go upstairs.


    In a certain suite, Zack rke frowned as he held his phone, having just received a call from his son. His mood was inevitably a bit heavy-what had happened?


    He needed toe to the hospital in person for a detailed discussion?


    Zack rke believed that anything that couldn’t be exined over the phone was a big deal.


    But since Tristan had taken over thepany, he had never encountered such a situation. He calmly handled everything and solved any thorny problems. As a father, he couldn’t help but worry, feeling uneasy every second.


    Eason was in the room ying with number cards by himself.


    “2+2=4, 8+8=16…” He recited quietly, diligently memorizing the numbers.


    He firmly remembered what Sister Monica had told him: to embed the numbers in his mind so he could win while ying games.


    When Tristan appeared at the suite’s doorway, Zack rke couldn’t help but tense up and quickly asked, “Tristan, what happened?”


    Tristan met his father’s gaze, slightly stunned, feeling the strong paternal love. Then, he smiled and said in a rxed tone, “It’s not about work. Everything is going smoothly at work, don’t worry.”


    Zack rke looked at him and then exhaled, “Sit.”


    “Master.” Aiden greeted Tristan with a smile, then brewed some tea and quietly retreated.


    “Dad.” Tristan sat down in the chair and went straight to the point, “Are you close to Uncle Swain?”


    “You mean Algerone Swain?”


    “Mhm.” Tristan looked up at his father and asked, “When did he remarry? And what’s his rtionship like with his second wife?”


    This question stumped Zack rke, who appeared to know nothing.


    Tristan hesitated, “You don’t know?” Wasn’t their rtionship good?


    The middle-aged man held his teacup and shook his head, “I really don’t know.” He tried to recall.This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “We never discussed his personal life, and he never brought it up. But our private rtionship is fine; he’s a good businessman, and he rarely talks about his family affairs with others.”


    Is that so?


    A thought crossed Tristan’s mind: did Uncle Swain really remarry?


    If he had remarried, how could his new wife have never appeared in public?


    For example, atpany annual meetings or charity dinners, where a femalepanion was needed, wouldn’t he bring her?


    Tristan had already searched online, and there was no news about this new wife.


    “Alright, I understand.” Tristan pondered, then asked, “Do you know where he lives?” He had the feeling he wanted to get to the bottom of this.


    “I know that, but I haven’t been there for several years.”


    So, Zack rke gave an address, and Tristan carefully memorized it. He decided to go there after work today to find out the truth.


    Because he had a strong feeling that Uncle Swain might be single.


    In other words, Tristan had unknowingly ced Monica’s wish in his heart, and moreover, he wanted to fulfill it for her.