On the other side, in the main hall of the front courtyard, the Old Madam Ronan, dressed in a proper Tang suit, sat in the hall with Buddha Beads hanging from her wrist, and said with considerable authority, "Wendy, let Archie take you for a casual stroll. I have something to discuss with Henry."
Wendy Wayne looked at Henry Ronan apologetically and then stood up gracefully, "Alright, I won't go far. If you need me, have Butler Lee call me."
This "I won't go far" seemed to have a deeper meaning.
The man glanced at her retreating figure out of the living room and then leaned lazily resting his elbow on his temple, his voice playfully deep, "It's raining so heavily. You're going out. Aren't you afraid of the rheumatism acting up?"
Old Madam Ronan chuckled with a half-smile, "Wendy accompanied me to the hospital this morning. Since it's nearby, we just came over to take shelter from the rain."
The man was indifferent to the excuse of the old lady.
