After listening to Hassan, Lance's expression finally softened.
He looked deeply at Hassan and said coldly, "It's good that the Walsh family knows their place. Since you've already punished the culprit, I won't pursue this matter further. But if I find out that your family is being two-faced, don't blame me for taking matters into my own hands."
His words were harsh towards the end.
Hassan clearly understood the underlying threat and nodded seriously, "Of course."
He then mentioned other promises made by Old Walsh before offering to leave.
Once he left, only Deanna and Lance remained in the room.
Deanna sighed, "I originally came here just to treat a patient, but so much has happened, and we've been delayed for days."
Seeing the worried look on Deanna's face, Lance gently tapped her nose with affection in his voice. "So, from now on, don't follow Old Hughes around. He's the most unreliable person. Even if someone is gravely ill, let their family bring them to you. That way, you won't have to leave the children."
"Aren't you afraid Old Hughes will retaliate for speaking ill of him?" Deanna laughed at his words, but she also started to consider what Lance had said.
However, she decided to discuss it with Old Hughes once they returned.
Two days passed quickly. Without Leticia, the Walsh family was noticeably quieter and more harmonious.
On the third day, Deanna looked in the mirror and saw that the marks on her neck had faded. She smiled faintly.
If not for the obvious injuries on her body that might worry her grandmother and children, she would have wanted to leave on the first day after the incident.
Thinking this, she walked out of the bathroom and saw Lance already dressed, sitting by the window with his laptop. She smiled softly and said, "Lance, let's go back today. The marks on my body have mostly faded."
"Alright." Lance looked at her with eyes full of tenderness.
They quickly packed their luggage and headed downstairs.
Downstairs, the Walsh family members who had been waiting for them to join for breakfast were surprised to see them with their suitcases.
"Mr. Mercer, Dr. Deanna, what is this?" Old Walsh was the first to ask.
Lance replied calmly, "We plan to leave today."
He then looked at Old Hughes and asked, "Are you coming with us now or staying a few more days?"
"I'm leaving with you. Just wait a moment while I pack my things," Old Hughes responded quickly and hurried upstairs.
Old Walsh frowned deeply but restrained himself from saying anything.
Hassan looked worried and said, "Mr. Mercer, I'm not trying to stop you and Miss Jones from leaving, but what about my grandfather's illness after Miss Jones leaves?"
"Yes, Dr. Deanna, what about our father?" Mr. and Mrs. Walsh asked anxiously.
Lance frowned deeply at this.
Just as he was about to say something, Deanna spoke up, "Don't worry about Old Walsh's illness. I'll leave a prescription for you. Just follow it for his treatment."
"And what about follow-ups?" Mr. and Mrs. Walsh asked again.
Deanna continued, "For follow-ups, you can go to the hospital. Actually, Old Walsh's condition is almost fully treated."
Hearing this, the Walsh family members sighed in relief.
Deanna then wrote down the treatment plan for Old Walsh and explained its usage.
By this time, Old Hughes had packed his things and came downstairs. He said excitedly to Deanna and Lance, "I'm ready. When are we leaving?"
"We can leave now. My car is already waiting outside," Lance said coldly.
Old Hughes nodded repeatedly, "Alright, let's go."
Deanna didn't object and bid farewell to the Walsh family members.
"Old Walsh, Mr. Walsh, Mrs. Walsh, Mr. Hassan, we're leaving now."
"I'll walk you out," Hassan said as he stood up following his grandfather's instructions.
Deanna didn't refuse.
Soon they reached the main gate of the Walsh family mansion.
Outside, Xavier had already parked the car by the roadside.
Seeing Mr. Mercer and Missus coming out, he quickly stepped forward to help with their luggage.
Deanna turned to Hassan and said distantly, "Mr. Hassan, you can stop here."
"Alright."
Hassan nodded and then took a wooden box from a butler nearby and handed it over. "Miss Jones, this is a small token of my grandfather's appreciation. He hopes you'll accept it."
Looking at the obviously valuable box in front of her, Deanna hesitated.
But before she could refuse, an old hand reached out and took the box.
Old Hughes held the box and smiled mischievously, "Old Walsh's things are always good things; it's a waste not to take them."