She had a neat bob haircut with wispy bangs that fluttered in the breeze,highlighting her sharp features.

Dressed in a simple, solid-colored shirt and fitted pants, she didn't need any extravagant accessories to emphasize her tall, slender figure. Her whole demeanor exuded a clean, crisp'aura.

Chris sat quietly, letting the girl fuss over him.

Hearing a noise, Chris turned towards the door and asked, "Is that Wendy?"

Alexander smiled and walked into the room, introducing, "Wendy, this is Quinn Sullivan, the granddaughter of our butler Reed. Reed's been with our family for years and is retiring now. Quinn's taking over the household duties."

Quinn paused her actions and turned around with a bright smile, "Ms.Knight, hi. Chris talks about you a lot, it's nice to finally meet you."

Wendy responded politely, "Hello, Ms. Sullivan."

Chris chimed in with a smile, "Wendy. Quínn is super meticulous.She keepos everything in the house in perfect order."

As they chatted, the aroma of food filled the room.

Alexander was the first to pull out a chair for Wendy, gesturing for her to sit.

During the meal, Quinn attentively took care of Chris, serving him food and soup, while also making small talk with Wendy.

Occasionally,she would turn her attention toward Alexander, discussing his grandfather's health. "Mr. Alexander Turner, even though you've moved out, you should still visit Mr. Wesley Turner often. He's getting old and tends to overthink things."

Alexander nodded without saying much.

Quinn was used to his quiet nature and continued, "There's a business dinner tonight at the Luminous Bay Hotel. You promised the hosts you'd attend. If your plans haven't changed, I'll have your suit sent over."

Alexander replied calmly, "Alright, I know."

Wendy listened to their conversation absentmindedly, feeling a bit out of place, like an intruder.

Sensing her discomfort, Alexander placed the dishes she had taken twice in front of her and discreetly handed her a napkin and some warm water.

His actions surprised not only Wendy but also Quinn.

Quinn hadn't expected the usually composed and aloof Alexander to show such care for Wendy.

As the housekeeper of The Turner Manor, Quinn was well aware of Chris'condition.

The artificial cornea transplant surgery was extremely challenging.

The donor material had to be extracted with precision, and the surgery itself required micro-level accuracy, with materials being precisely implanted into the eye under a microscope.

Only those with exceptional talent could handle such a high-difficulty

procedure.

Nationwide,only Harold from Blue Ridge Medical Center could perform this surgery.

However, Harold was now too old and physically unable to handle such a demanding operation.

According to Harold, among his students, only Wendy had the talent for it.

It made sense for Alexander to take special care of Wendy.

But was his meticulous care solely for Chris'eyes?

After the meal, it was time for Chris to rest. Quinn thoughtfully drew the curtains, tucked him in, and showed such attentive care that even Wendy was impressed.

As she was about to leave, Alexander called out, "Wendy, I'll walk you out."

In the elevator, the two of them were silent, the atmosphere a bit heavy.

Sensing something, Alexander broke the silence first, "My grandfather is old now. Reed has taken care of him for the past twenty years, so we kept him at The Turner Manor to stay with my grandfather. Quinn, being Reed's granddaughter, is the best person to take care of both of them."

Wendy didn't understand why he was telling her this but nodded politely.

Seeing her indifferent expression, Alexander sighed inwardly and continued, "I moved to The Turner Villa to be closer to Chris and to avoid any misunderstandings. After all, Quinn is a young woman, and it wouldn't be appropriate for us to live under the same roof."

His explanation cleared up Wendy's confusion, but she still felt something was off.

Just then, Alexander suddenly said, "Wendy."

"Yes?" She looked up at him.

Alexander looked into her calm eyes, sighed inwardly, and said nonchalantly, "Nothing,you go ahead."

Wendy nodded and strode back to her department.

In the large hospital, the rules were as strict as military regulations.

Inpatient records had to be completed within 24 hours, and the initial course of treatment had to be documented within 6 hours.

Lab reports delivered that day had to be sorted and attached before the attending physician's rounds.

Daphne stood by the medical records cart, sorting lab reports. With a swift turn and a raised hand, she handed an X-ray report to Wendy,"This X-ray report looks off."

Hearing this, Wendy immediately stood up and took the report,her expression turning serious.

Wendy clutched the X-ray report and carefully examined it from start to finish.

"What? An appendicitis patient had a chest X-ray? And it shows a suspected lung cancer?" Daphne asked in surprise.

Michael, hearing the commotion, quickly came over, his expression turning serious.