Chapter 368 Your legs still attached?

Carson really hadn’t expected that the orthopedic director, who deviated so strikingly from the usual mold, turned out to be Henry Charles.

Suddenly, he understood why the director had pushed him toward this Dr. Charles in the first place. Heh—outsiders might not know, but Carson was well aware that the hospital, which had long competed with their Private Hospital, was none other than Henry’s family business.

Rather than receive Carson personally, the director had sent the “crown prince” to handle him. It was obvious he was trying to curry favor—or perhaps had other motives entirely.

Thinking through all these connections, Carson’s face twisted into a cold smile. Watching the Internet fawn over Light’s supposed brilliance made him itch to throw out a sharp, sarcastic comment.

Henry glanced down at his leg, which rested motionless as if made of fragile glass. Part of him secretly felt a little pleased—and incredibly grateful—that Calvin hadn’t listened to his advice to leave.

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