Just then, Beryl's salvation arrived.
The door slid open, and Alu stepped in with impeccable timing, as though fate itself had taken pity on Beryl.
"Lunch has arrived," Alu announced professionally. "Should I serve it here, or in the dining area?"
The VIP ward they were in didn't resemble a hospital room in the slightest. It was more like a luxury condo — an open kitchen, a dining area, a plush living room, and a walk-in closet tucked discreetly behind sliding doors. If not for the faint scent of disinfectant, one could easily forget this was a hospital.
"Set the food in the dining area," Zhaogu replied instantly, already grinning as he imagined Old Madam Yang's cooking. "Sister-in-law is sensitive to smells."
Kendrick didn't even look up before adding, in a firm, decisive voice, "Pre
