Walter Schmidt breathed a sigh of relief, as it was time for the patient's treatment.
They no longer disturbed him and went straight back to the hotel to rest.
In the hotel lobby, from afar, they saw a tall figure sitting there—Morgan Benson, who seemed to have been waiting for quite some time.
"Brother!" Emma Benson was surprised, she quickly stepped forward, seeing her brother in good spirits, she immediately smiled, "Brother, have you been waiting long?"
"Half an hour." Morgan Benson stood up, his handsome face gentle, "How was the treatment?"
"I feel great..." She clung to the man's arm, almost coquettishly, "Brother, why do you have time to come today? Aren't you leaving for Brazil tomorrow?"
"Yes, I'm leaving tomorrow, so I came to see you..." Morgan Benson ruffled her hair, then the three of them went to the restaurant together.
The restaurant was on the first floor, and it wasn't yet lunchtime, so only the three of them were there.
