Richie kept a straight face, saying nothing. Flash saw that Richie didn’t agree or disagree, so he took it upon himself to tell the doctor: "My old... buddy, last night he met a woman who was in a bit of a... dire situation." Thought for a moment. The doctor suddenly realized: "Your buddy isn’t suffering from an ordinary illness." Flash sternly said: "Doctor, don’t seriously talk nonsense, my buddy has always been in good health. How could he possibly have a serious illness?" At this moment, Richie also became tense. He guessed that he might be sick, but he didn’t expect the illness to be beyond his expectations. "What exactly is my illness?" Richie was in a foul mood. After the doctor spoke, both Richie and Flash were stunned. Flash recovered before Richie and brightly smiled: "Old... buddy, you’ve fallen for Ivana." Richie’s cheeks flushed, denying it: "Nonsense, how could I like Leon Keane’s wife? Flash... are you looking for a beating?" Flash quickly shook his head, no, no, he wasn’t looking for a beating. Flash hastily stepped back a few paces, as if afraid Richie would hit him, yet he claimed not to like Ivana? His boss had such a strong reaction to just one comment. If it were a woman he didn’t like, the boss would just brush it off with a laugh, without such a fierce response. "Someone else’s wife, huh? Then stay away from her; you must have boundaries." The doctor was a man with the right values, scornful of those who break up families. "Who said I wanted to mess with someone else’s woman? Are you deaf?" Richie was so embarrassed and angry that he abruptly stood up, and lifted his hand as if to hit the doctor. The doctor, frightened, covered his face. He was seated, clearly at a disadvantage. If Richie wanted to hit him, the doctor wouldn’t have time to run. The pain didn’t fall on the doctor’s head. Flash grabbed Richie: "Old buddy, you can’t hit people. This is a hospital. Let’s go... let’s go." Flash forcibly pulled Richie away. The doctor let out a long sigh of relief. Richie was pulled to the outside of the hospital. He shook off Flash: "Don’t touch me." "Okay, okay, okay, I won’t touch the boss." Richie straightened his sleeve and said coldly: "Don’t spread nonsense when we get back. If I hear you gossiping, I’ll make you eat wax." Flash’s eyes widened in terror: "Boss, rest assured, I definitely won’t talk nonsense." Richie was somewhat satisfied and added: "I will never fall in love with any woman in my life. Assassins are cold-blooded; they don’t need love." Richie tapped Flash’s head: "Remember, don’t waste time on nothing, following others in love affairs. Women are the most boring creatures. Don’t let such boring beings become your weakness." Flash’s face turned red, thinking, boss, you refuse to admit you love Ivana and still want to keep me from dating? A lifetime as a single dog is pretty miserable. If he found a girl who moved his heart, he would want to have a passionate romance, even if it became a weakness. Arden, Corhaven Town. A store called "Keen’Dee’Chicken." A young and pretty woman brought a hot plate of fried chicken and fries to a lovely girl and said with a gentle smile: "Nicole, here’s the meat and fries." Nicole was delighted and with her small, fair hand picked up a fry and stuffed it into her mouth. She hadn’t had "KFC" for a long time and missed that taste dearly. But soon, Nicole frowned and spat out the fry in her mouth. "What’s wrong? Doesn’t it taste good?" "Mommy, this is fake. It’s not the real KFC." Ivy Linden naturally knew this "Keen’Dee’Chicken" wasn’t "KFC." It wasn’t that she didn’t want to take Nicole to eat the real "KFC," but in this Corhaven Town, this was the only place. "The taste is almost the same. If Nicole doesn’t like fries, then eat the drumstick! This drumstick is fried golden brown and looks delicious!" Ivy Linden handed the drumstick to Nicole and took the fries for herself. The taste was quite different from actual KFC fries and had a bit of sourness; obviously, they used poor-quality spoiled potatoes. That’s what Ivy Linden thought to herself, but she didn’t show it in front of Nicole, eating with relish because she didn’t have much money left. As long as Nicole’s drumstick was fine, it was okay. She would eat this spoiled potato herself! Nicole took a bite and spat it out again: "Mommy, this drumstick tastes awful, it has a strange flavor." Ivy Linden frowned and took the drumstick from Nicole’s hand. If only the fries were bad, she could ignore it for Nicole. But if the drumstick was bad too, she couldn’t tolerate it. The thick seasoning smell couldn’t conceal the rancid odor of the meat, detectable with a careful whiff. A small pudgy hand reached out, knocking the drumstick from her hand to the ground. "Two poor ghosts, if you can’t afford Keen’Dee’Chicken, don’t eat it. Are you trying to extort money from my parents? No way." An impolite fat boy, about eight years old, said. Ivy Linden turned and saw that it was a child. Although she was very angry, she couldn’t scold a child. "Don’t bully my mommy." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥 Nicole jumped down from the smooth chair, angrily looking at the fat boy, pointing at the drumstick on the ground and the fries on the table: "Your food has a weird taste, if you don’t believe it, try it." The fat boy picked up the fries from the table, but he didn’t eat them, grabbed a small handful, and threw it at Nicole: "Your fries must taste bad. Two poor ghosts, ordering so little, how dare you shout? I think you’re not fit to eat our Keen’Dee’Chicken, you only deserve to eat poop." A man from the kitchen came out and saw his son cursing at customers, feeling a pang in his heart, ready to go teach his son a lesson, but was suddenly stopped by the woman beside him. The woman, wearing a Bosideng down jacket, glared at the man and whispered: "Don’t go mess with the son, let him chase away that poor woman with the child." The man was henpecked, and being glared at by the woman, he said: "That doesn’t seem right!" The woman snorted: "Jarvis, mind your own business! If you dare interfere with the son, don’t blame me for not being nice to you." The drumstick and fries were taken by her because, after a long time, they’d gone bad. But these foods cost money! To the regular well-off patrons, she dared not sell expired goods. This woman with a child, she’d seen her in Corhaven Town for the first time, and she spoke with an out-of-town accent. The woman figured Ivy brought Nicole just visiting relatives or passing by. Poor and an outsider. If not sold to them, then to whom? "What are you doing?"