It was clear that Heather was just there to stir up trouble.
Despite this, Christopher still gave her a polite smile and replied, "What are you talking about, Ms. Heather? How can you possibly be less important than anyone?
"I just...have something urgent to take care of."
"What is so urgent that you don't even have the time t o give me a quick checkup?" Heather crossed her arms at her chest and looked at Christopher disdainfully. "I'm not a pregnant lady, so it won't take you long to examine me at all."
"But-"
"Christopher, why don't you give Heather a quick checkup?" Just as Christopher was about to say something further, Charles' voice rang out from behind them. "Heather is a bratty child. If you were to give only Luna a checkup and not her, she'd be upset for a long time."
With that, Charles slowly ambled over and glanced at Christopher impassively. "Besides, don't I know you well enough? I know that you don't have many urgent things to take care of at all."
Christopher had no choice but to agree. He turned around, took his doctor's bag from Joshua, and then pretended to order him around. "Please bring Ms.
Luna back to Swan Lake Chalet and make her a cup of tea with the best tea leaves we have."
Joshua nodded and turned around, about to leave with Luna.
He had only taken one step when Heather stopped him. "I've already said it won't take long to give me a checkup, so why don't you follow Dr. Christopher in, and then you can leave together? Why do you want Luna to wait for you at Swan Lake Chalet?"
Charles nodded when he heard this. "Even though June and the other servants are there, it's still inappropriate for Luna to be waiting there on her own."
With that, he glanced at the man in the white coat and mask. "You should come in and wait for your master a little longer. We have plenty of delicious pastry, and we're always welcoming to guests."
Joshua narrowed his eyes.
He was unsure whether Charles had recognized him, but he was confident that...Heather had.
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