"Mr. Sinclair and Mrs. Camilla is out of danger now," Uncle Carlos gazed at Grandpa Luther with concern.
"You should get some rest too, sir."
With the weight lifted from his heart, the elderly man seemed utterly drained and didn't refuse this time.
"Yes, it's time to rest," His deep-set, aged eyes narrowed slightly.
"There's still plenty of trash to clean up at dawn."
With Sinclair's approval, news of the successful poison removal soon reached Calvin and Taylor.
"Thank goodness!
Mr. and Mrs. Luther has finally pulled through," Jey rubbed his sore, exhausted eyes, exhaling a long-held breath of relief.
"President Calvin, you can finally rest easy now."
"Mmm," Calvin leaned back in his chair, his striking features finally relaxing completely.
At least it went smoothly.
Otherwise, no amount of apologies could ever make up for his failure.
"President Calvin, it's getting late," Jey glanced at his wristwatch.
"Should we head back now, or...?"
"It's too late.
