Hewitt, who was in the final stages of applying the medicine, didn't dare engage with Donovan's topic.
It was true that he was Donovan's doctor, but he was also a servant serving the entire Ducas Clan.
He naturally knew which words should be said and which shouldn't.
The room fell into silence.
For half an hour.
Hewitt began packing the medicine box, saying, "Master, the medicine has been changed. You still need to continue resting..."
Donovan responded with a deep voice, "I understand, you may leave."
Hewitt bowed slightly, took a few steps back, then turned to walk towards the double wooden doors ahead.
Before reaching the doors, he heard Donovan's murmurs drift into his ears.
"Do I have a choice?"
"I have no choice left..."
"..."
Hewitt did not linger; he opened the wooden door and gently closed it again.
Creak~
The faint sound of the wooden door closing echoed.
Hewitt had just turned around, ready to leave.
A deep male voice rang out behind him.
"Hewitt!"
