Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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"It's okay now, Eason. Put on your coat." Rowan put away the instruments, stood up and made notes in his notebook, then asked, "Master, when did you measure his height?" "I measured it yesterday." Jennifer answered while helping Eason put on his coat, "Our Eason has grown another five centimeters, within the safe range." This was as expected by everyone, and also within Rowan's predictions.

It was a great piece of good news.

Zack Clarke's wrinkled face revealed a gratified and kind smile, "Wonderful! At this rate, will Eason be able to regain his normal height by next year?" "Yes, Dad." Jennifer replied with a bright smile, giving an authoritative answer, "The side effects of this medicine are small, and the effects are remarkable." Rowan was gentle and elegant, "Eason has also been working hard and actively cooperating with the treatment. He looks just like a normal child now. We still need to persist with picture book education." "Of course, we can't let his studies fall behind." Zack Clarke had arranged for a one-on-one teacher for Eason. Seeing his son gradually recover made him truly happy.

"Jennifer." Eason held Jennifer's hand, and looked up to ask, "Is big brother very busy lately? Eason hasn't seen big brother for a long time. Eason misses him!" The big brother he was talking about was Tristan.

Jennifer held his little hand, and her gaze accidentally collided with Rowan's.

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Everyone here knew that the relationship between Rowan and Tristan was a bit delicate, except for Eason, who was unaware of the adults’ matters.

Jennifer withdrew her gaze, crouched down in front of the little boy, and said affectionately, "Eason, be good." She gently stroked his head and patiently explained, "Big brother is busy with work lately. When he's done with this busy period, we'll ask him to cover and play with you, okay?" "Will it take a long time?" The little boy blinked his eyes, asking expectantly.

"One week." Jennifer took the opportunity to test him, "Does Eason know how long a week is?" The little boy excitedly said, "Seven days!" Everyone's face was filled with smiles at the answer that cout without hesitation. The treatment during this period was truly effective.

All their efforts had not been wasted.

"Good boy, our Eason got it right. One week is seven days. As a reward, Eason can have beef for lunch today, okay?" "Yay! We can eat beef!" Jennifer had 100% patience for her problematic little brother.

It wasn't that she was particularly magnanimous or loving.

It was just that she loved her father dearly, and Eason was her father's heartache.

Rowan was packing up the medical equipment, his face always gentle. As a learned and talented young man, he seemed to always be enveloped in a halo of sanctity, exuding his unique charm wherever he went.

Having fallen in love recently, he beceven more charming.

At the hospital, Claire emerged from the elevator, carrying her laptop and heading towards the dean's office.

She hadn't told him she was coming today, intending to surprise him.

She missed him and just seeing him for a moment and exchanging a few words during a break would make her happy.

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Syearnings couldn't be soothed through a phone screen.

When she entered the office, she didn't see Rowan. He was undoubtedly busy, but Claire didn't feel disappointed.

On the contrary, she was happy, as if the air here was filled with his scent.

What surprised her, however, was that the separate office had changed, with half of it partitioned off.

Could it be an examination room inside? Entering with curiosity, she was taken aback! It was a delicate and feminine workspace, with a computer desk and a sofa chair, double-layered curtains fluttering in the wind, and a minimalist-style mural.

A vase on the desk held a bunch of blooming roses, and the wind carried their fragrance throughout the room.

Just then, Rowan appeared at the door.

Claire instinctively turned her gaze, and their eyes met.

"How did you get here?" Rowan was surprised but also quite happy, "Have you been here for a long time?"

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