Soon, a housekeeper led Mrs. McKinnon, who was sitting in a wheelchair, toward the pavilion.Professor McKinnon got to his feet immediately, a worried look on his face. He quickly took over the duty of pushing the wheelchair and even bent down to cover Mrs. McKinnon's lap with the blanket properly.After that, he berated her softly, "Why did you come here? Didn't I tell you to rest in bed?""How can I just stay in bed when there are guests for me to greet?" Mrs. McKinnon was still very weak, seeing as she'd just started to recover from her illness. She didn't have enough energy to speak loudly, hence her breathy tone.However, her cheeks were a healthy shade of pink. She looked much better, to say the least.Upon making that observation, Yvonne couldn't help but feel weird. Still, she didn't dare ask any questions in fear that she might expose her identity.After Professor McKinnon pushed Mrs. McKinnon's wheelchair to the spot next to his seat, he poured her a glass of warm water
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