Summer Shawcross couldn't be bothered to look at him any longer. Instead, she glanced at the time, then got out of bed and walked towards the door.
"I'll go see if dinner has been delivered!"
As soon as Summer Shawcross left, Sean Morgan walked in.
"Boss."
"What's up?" Noah Drexler looked up at him, gradually putting away the cheerful expression on his face.
"Should we prepare for discharge tomorrow?" Sean asked Noah, with a serious expression.
The hospital director said the boss's injuries are not a big deal anymore, his leg can have the cast removed in another two weeks, and there's no need to stay hospitalized any longer.
But the boss has not mentioned anything about discharge, and the director couldn't ask much, so he just mentioned it casually to me, which is why I'm here to ask the boss.
But who knew... as soon as he heard Sean's words, Noah Drexler frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure passed over his handsome face.
"Did I say I want to be discharged?"
