Avery gave her bodyguard a look, signaling him to stay quiet.

She stepped out of the canteen and answered the call.

"Miss Tate, I told my men to send Bobby to the hospital today. I heard that he shouted at you yesterday, and I hope you don't take it personally. He's been mentally disturbed since the car crash. I've hired a psychiatrist to look at him but it's not really working. I can only hope that you will be able to cure him."

"Sure, I will go check on him at the hospital later," she said calmly.

"Yeah. I trust you with my son. Do let me know if you need anything else. If you can't reach me, you can contact my assistant," Dean offered kindly.

"Sure. I apologize for showing up out of the blue to meet with Ms. Hills this morning."

"Haha, Angela told me about it when I woke up this morning. She doesn't blame you for it. She simply resents Professor Hough," Dean said casually. "He is dead and the past is in the past. So long as you refrain from mentioning Professor Hough in front