Everly asked worriedly, "You mean, these incidents are planned?"
Hera hummed in response.
"Then what do we do?" Everly pressed anxiously.
"The best thing we can do is nothing, which will drive our enemy crazy," Hera said reassuringly.
"As long as we have things under control, the authorities won't be alerted. Don't worry. I know what to do."
Everly nodded. She trusted Hera. After that, she returned to cooking medicine for the patients.
Leon was cleaning up when Hera asked, "Leon, has Nicholas paid the bill yet?"
Nicholas' haughty drawl sounded from the entrance at that moment, "Miss me already? We just saw each other yesterday!"
He swaggered into the clinic in his leather boots and jacket. His shades perched atop his nose bridge.
Anticipating another scuffle, Leon frowned and blocked Nicholas' way before he could approach Hera.
"We just didn't want to write you off as a bad debt, Mr. Sanderson. Since you're here, would you mind settling your father's bill first?"
"That kind of money is nothing to me!"
Nicholas scoffed, took a check made out for 50 thousand dollars, and slapped it on the table.
"Here you go! Keep the change."
Leon verified that it was not a false check and pointed out, "You still owe us the damages for those two mahogany chairs."
Nicholas stared at Leon grimly.
"It's fine," Hera interjected.
"Call your ruffian buddies over and have them guard the clinic entrance, and we'll call it even."
"You want me to play guard dog even though all I did was trash two chairs?" Nicholas snapped.
Hera shrugged.
"Far be it from me to stop you from achieving your dreams of becoming a canine, Nicholas."
Leon couldn't help sputtering.
"Shut up! What are you laughing at? You're the dog here, not me!"
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