This was a clinic, and he was carrying a bouquet, so he was evidently not here for treatment.

He must be another one of his sister’s suitors. At least he was better-looking than Kent and could serve as eye candy. It was just that his hands were bandaged… and were obviously injured.

“May I know who you’re looking for, mister?” Ivor got up to greet him, a professionally polite smile on his face.

“Hi. May I know if Dr. Sheila Jones lives here?”

Alex appraised Ivor at the same time Ivor was appr