The next day, Tasha arrived with Brian. Judging by their expressions, the two had patched things up.

The world always revolved around interests and benefits. Tasha's anger had been a negotiation tactic to secure better terms. Clearly, it had worked.

"Dr. Zeller, I must apologize for my daughter's behavior. Please accept my apology," Brian said.

It was hard to be mad at someone who was trying to apologize, especially with Tasha nodding approvingly beside him.

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Wiley. Children throw tantrums sometimes—it happens. Just make sure you take your medicine properly this time," Felix replied.

Brian grinned. "Absolutely! I'm handling it personally this time. Nobody touches my medicine but me. You should've seen Randy last night at dinner. He was insufferable—feasting on everything I couldn't even look at before."

Tasha quickly chimed in. "Soon you will be doing the same, Mr. Wiley. Let me be the first to congratulate you on saying goodbye to gout forever!"

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