Alex and Zachary had already stepped out, leaving only Eric seated quietly by the bedside.

Andrew did not even look back. "Eric, I don't like distractions when I'm treating someone. Would you mind stepping out as well?"

Eric remained seated, smiling gently. "Don't worry, Dr. Lloyd. I'll just stay here silently. I'm more concerned for Dad's safety than anyone else. I wouldn't feel at ease if I weren't nearby."

Andrew frowned and was about to insist again when Jerome spoke up. "Eric, go on and step out. Don't worry. Dr. Lloyd's here. I'll be fine."

Only then did Eric rise to his feet and say softly, "Alright, Dad. I'll step out now. Dr. Lloyd, I'll leave him in your care."

Even while walking out, Eric did not forget to politely acknowledge Andrew, warm and courteous as ever. However, Andrew could not shake the discomfort crawling over his skin. Something about Eric always made him feel like a needle was pressed against his back.

Jerome gave a soft chuckle. "Dr. Lloyd, my apol