When Charles heard this, he couldn't help but breathe out a sigh of relief. It was a perfect timing for Frederic to look for him.
"Okay, I'll be right there." After tidying up his clothes, Charles grabbed his coat and went out.
As the door slammed close, Nancy slumped her shoulders like a defeated cock.
At this moment, she was wondering whether Charles would take back his promise about letting her go back to work, since they had a fight just now.
This man was too vicious!
No matter how much she wanted to see Nana, she couldn't go anywhere because she had a fever. As a doctor, she knew that she had to get better first before she could check her patients.
Feeling dizzy, Nancy took some medicine.
'Damn Charles! He knows I have a fever, but he still bullied me. He deserves to be infected with my cold!'
She was cursing Charles in her head until she fell asleep.
On the other hand, Charles was calm when he went to Frederic’s room.
When he entered the room, three heads turned to him.
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before. Let's stop making mistakes." Then Frederic coughed. "I don't think I'll live long. Charles, when are you going to marry Nancy? I'm waiting for your wedding."
'Get married?'
Never did Charles imagine that his grandfather would urge him to marry Nancy one day. It seemed so impossible back then.
Didn’t he dislike Nancy before? Why was he looking forward to their wedding now?
But the problem was, the Ning family couldn't find the household register. Besides, Charles had a quarrel with Nancy today. Could he propose to her now?
The two of them were in a state of cold war, and as a man who would not casually show weakness, Charles didn’t intend to give in.
In the end, he answered coldly, "Let's talk about it later."
"No problem. But don't make me wait too long. I don't have much time left." A hint of sadness crossed Frederic’s eyes.
"Grandpa, don't be so dejected. There is nothing wrong with you except for your heart. Take good care of yourself and you will recover in a few days."