As her words fell, everyone present frowned. For some reason, the other members of the Walsh family remained silent.
Old Hughes was displeased and said, "Miss Walsh, why are you still so thoughtless? They are a couple; it just seems right for them to sit together. What are you sitting next to them for? Wants to be the third wheel so much?"
These words were quite harsh.
Leticia's face turned pale instantly. She stood beside the chair, feeling awkward whether to sit or leave.
Ernest looked at her embarrassing situation and wished he had never had such a daughter.
Mrs. Walsh also frowned, thinking her daughter was being impulsive.
However, she still helped her out by saying, "Why are you standing there foolishly? Come over here."
Hearing this, Leticia breathed a sigh of relief and quickly sat down next to her mother.
"Mommy," she called out in a grievance.
Mrs. Walsh looked at her and gently patted her hand, whispering, "You show your intention too son; it'll only repulse him. Your grandfather won't recover overnight. They will stay here for a while. You need to take it slowly."
Leticia wanted to say something but was interrupted by Mrs. Walsh.
"Stop talking and eat."
"Got it."
With no other choice, Leticia listened to her mother.
No one heard the conversation between the mother and daughter.
After breakfast, Deanna was about to go with Old Hughes to treat Old Walsh.
Before leaving, she glanced at Leticia, who was watching closely, and frowned.
She knew this woman had her eyes on Lance and felt uneasy.
After all, this woman had poisoned her own grandfather to frame her. There was nothing she wouldn't do.
Thinking of this, Deanna warned Lance, "Be careful of Leticia. She is scheming. Don't fall into her trap."
Lance couldn't help but laugh at her words.
"Are you jealous?"
"Who is jealous!"
Deanna instinctively denied it but saw Lance's knowing expression and felt embarrassed. "What are you looking at? It's because you're too attractive!"
Lance raised an eyebrow and teased, "I can't take the blame for this. I didn't provoke her."
Deanna had nothing to say to that.
Indeed, Lance had never spoken to Leticia first; it was always that woman who approached him.
Thinking of this, she pursed her lips and continued, "Anyway, be careful and don't fall into her trap."
Leaving these words behind, she ignored Lance's reaction and went upstairs with Old Hughes.
Lance watched her hurried steps and couldn't help but smile again, feeling very pleased.
He could feel Deanna's concern for him; otherwise, she wouldn't have warned him like that.
Upstairs, Old Hughes walked alongside Deanna.
Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he asked, "Anna, I saw you and Lance holding hands just now. What's going on between you two? Are you together?"
Hearing this, Deanna felt shy but didn't hide it.
"We are together."
"That's great! You two finally made it."
Old Hughes was genuinely happy for them and excitedly said, "Don't forget me as your matchmaker. If it weren't for me, you two wouldn't be together so soon."
Deanna chuckled, "You should tell that to Lance."
Old Hughes agreed wholeheartedly.
"You're right. I should ask him for a good reward."
If he hadn't arranged for Lance to share a room with Anna, that boy would still be chasing after her.
Jokingly, they arrived at Old Walsh's bedroom.
Seeing them come in and noticing Old Hughes' bright smile, Old Walsh curiously asked, "What's going on? I haven't seen you this happy in a long time."
"Of course, I'm happy because of good news," Old Hughes replied with a smile but didn't reveal the truth.
After all, if he told the truth, it would undermine his previous efforts.
Old Walsh snorted proudly, "If you don't want to say it, fine. I don't want to hear it anyway."
Deanna watched the two elderly men bickering with a faint smile on her lips but didn't intervene.
After a while, when they were tired of talking, she stepped forward to examine Old Walsh.
A moment later, she finished checking his pulse and said, "Old Walsh is starting to recover. A few more days of acupuncture should do it. After that, he just needs proper care."
"Thank you, Dr. Deanna," Old Walsh said gratefully.
Deanna smiled modestly, "You're welcome, Old Walsh. It's my duty."
With that, she began the day's acupuncture treatment.
Old Walsh cooperated naturally.
However, thinking that Deanna would leave in a few days made him feel regretful. "If only Dr. Deanna were from Jando. Then I could always seek your help whenever I'm ill."