NovelStartChapter 1127 Say Sorry to Tristan Jennifer met her startled gaze with a bright smile, "Yes, he is the dean of Charity Medical Center." Claire's pupils dilated. She was shocked! "My god, he becomes the dean at such a young age? How marvelous he must be to convince everyone?" In Claire's impression, the deans of hospitals were mostly old men in their fifties or sixties.
Jennifer said to her in a quiet and pleasant voice, "He definitely is." Claire thought about it, nodded, and said, "Indeed. He is a genius doctor. And he is Mr. Marsh's private doctor! So he must be excellent." Jennifer looked around, feeling proud of her apprentice, "He invested in this hospital himself, without any sponsorship. Of course, he is the dean." Claire's eyes widened again! She was so shocked that she couldn't utter a word.
Jennifer needed to leave. He smiled, "Okay, I'll ctomorrow, don't stay up too late, remember to lock the door." "OK." Claire got up and walked Jennifer to the door, waved at her, and then closed and locked the door.
The security measures in the hospital must be good, there were cameras everywhere outside.
Sitting back on the bed, Claire covered herself with the quilt and put the laptop on her lap. It was six o'clock already but the laptop was almost still fully charged.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSo instead of updating her , she Googled Charity Medical Center.
She saw that the legal representative and chairman were both Rowan.
Then she saw his profile and handsphoto on the homepage. He was dressed in a suit, looking like an elite, Rowan had a pleasing smile on his handsface.
His profile was really concise and humble. He didn't even write the title that people gave him, "genius pharmacist".
Claire noticed that Charity Medical Center invested 1 billion! "Oh, my god..." She moved the page and lightly touched her lower lip with her other hand. Shock filled her eyes, "He's a billionaire!" She knew Rowan was rich, but she didn't expect him to be so rich.
She thought he was just Ivan's private doctor and that he got paid by Ivan like Finnley.
But even Finnley didn't have so much money, right? Therefore, inventing new drugs was not only a kind deed to society but also very profitable.
She went on checking his information.
An hour passed quickly...
In Clarke Villa.
Aiden prepared a big dinner. Three cars were parked in the yard.
Mr. Clarke cback.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJennifer and Ivan followed.
Tristan entered the villa too.
At sunset, the afterglow of the sun shone on the cars and eaves... It was peaceful.
Dinner went on normally. Zack didn't speak. Ivan and Tristan didn't ask either.
Jennifer didn't know what happened. She looked up at everyone while eating, "What's wrong? Is there something?" She looked at her husband on the left, then at Tristan on the right, and then at her father. Everyone seemed to have something on their minds.
Zack finished the last mouthful of food in the bowl. He put down the cutlery, wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, and looked at the three young people in front of him. After a long tof deliberation, he finally spoke.
"First of all, | want to say sorry to Tristan." The middle-aged man looked at Tristan.
Ivan and Jennifer also turned to look at Tristan.
Tristan carefully chewed and swallowed the food. Then he also put down his cutlery and looked at his father.
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