"And how about you?"
Camilla looked at Grandpa Luther, her pure eyes brimming with genuine concern.
"Have you been feeling unwell recently?"
"Ever since I used the medicinal food recipes you gave me, I feel far more energetic,"
Grandpa Luther waved his hand lightly, a
satisfied smile on his face.
"Some of my chronic problems also feel much better."
"Let me take your pulse."
Camilla rose from Sinclair's side and sat next to Grandpa Luther, preparing to take his pulse.
Suddenly left alone, Sinclair's ink-black eyes instantly hardened.
A clear knuckle flexed gently.
Those familiar with him knew this was a precursor to Sinclair's dissatisfaction.
"You do seem stronger, I'll give you a new prescription next month."
Camilla withdrew her hand after assessing Grandpa Luther's pulse, nodding her head in satisfaction.
"Please take good care of your health.
Only then can Sinclair and I rest easy."
The warm and caring voice warmed grandpa Luther's heart.
