After three rounds of tea, the living room was filled with a faint fragrance of cinnamon.

Even Rosalie could not help but take a sip. The fragrance filled her mouth.

Byron and Andrius talked casually. Andrius talked about a lot of scenic spots and cultural relics that he visited. Andrius was like a different person now.

“Byron, I've been cured completely. I think it’s time to get back to work.” That was Andrius’ decision after thoughtful consideration.

Byron looked at Andrius and slowly lifted his cup.

“Are you sure you're perfectly fine now?” he said.

Andrius nodded. He looked calm and steady.

“Byron, I used to think I was oppressed, but it seems that doing business suits me most. I can only show my value there.”

Andrius had been pondering and observing lately. He had thought many people were forced to live.

However, since he met Mary, her qualities had inspired him.

As the hospital director, Mary did not take it as only a job; it was her career and what she loved.

Therefor