"Go home and care for Robert, let Mrs. Cooper rest." Elliot placed his utensils down. He picked up the bowl of soup with his left hand, showing Avery that he had no problems eating.

His left hand was a comminuted fracture. He had already rested for more than a week. It should not have much problem at that moment.

"Then, I'll head back first. Call me if there is anything." Avery leaned in and kissed Elliot on the forehead before leaving the room quickly.

Elliot was stunned.

Mike touched his nose and teased, "Get a room! You literally treat Chad and me as if we're not here!"

Chad continued chiming in, "If Mrs. Cooper was not sick, I'm guessing Avery won't return home."

Mike walked over to the guest bed and sat down, looking at Elliot drinking his soup casually in bed. "Elliot, I think you have changed. Avery was here just now, so I was embarrassed to say it out loud."

"What do you mean?" Elliot looked at him.

"Let's talk. I'm now Tate Industries' Director of Operations, talking