Claire Sinclair's eyes widened as she glared at him. "I don't want you to get sick. I want you to be healthy, to never get hurt, and never fall ill!"
"Alright," Adrian Quincy agreed without hesitation.
'Yeah, right...'
'It's not like you can make something like that happen just by promising.'
'Still, it's a good thing he agreed. Maybe now he'll pay more attention to his health.'
After dinner, Claire Sinclair took it upon herself to do the dishes and shooed Adrian Quincy upstairs to rest.
When she finished the dishes and went upstairs, she found him still in the study, on a video call with someone.
Claire Sinclair walked in and peeked at the screen. The person he was talking to was a scruffy, bearded man. She couldn't tell his age, but he looked old.
Seeing her enter, Adrian Quincy reached out, pulled her to his side, and into the camera's view. "Claire, let me introduce you. This is Victor Hunt. He was one of your sister's comrades-in-arms."
