"Mrs. Schwartz, Mr. Schwartz,” the butler announced as he approached. “Dr. Zigmund''s student, Dr. Houston, has arrived."


    "Please, show him in," Hannah said eagerly.


    She had heard Dr. Zigmund mention this Dr. Houston before, a young man with exceptional medical skills. He was apparently a candidate for the Global Medical Alliance Association, an organization long dominated by other countries. No one from Orient Country had managed to join in nearly half a century. To even qualify for consideration was a testament to Dr. Houston''s incredible talent.


    "Yes, ma''am." The butler bowed slightly and, a momentter, returned with Harold, who was impably dressed and carrying several gifts.


    "My!" Hannah''s eyes lit up as she saw Harold, her gaze sweeping over him with approval. “What a fine, sharp-looking young man! Such remarkable presence!"


    He was just as exceptional as Dr. Zigmund had described.


    "Thank you for having me. I apologize for the intrusion," Harold said, handing the gifts to a servant before greeting the elderly couple with perfect decorum.


    "Sit, please!" Kent said with a warm, friendly smile. "You are Zigmund''s student, which makes you like a nephew to us."


    "That''s right," Hannah added, beaming at Harold. "Make yourself at home. No need to be so formal."


    "Thank you," Harold replied with a graceful nod.


    "By the way," Hannah spoke up again after a moment. "Are you married, Dr. Houston?"


    Instantly, Kent and Shanley both shot her a look. They knew exactly what the old matriarch was up to. She couldn''t resist ying matchmaker for every promising young person she met. She was probably already mentally scrolling through the eligible young women in the Schwartz family.


    “Grandma—” Shanley began, frowning as he tried to intervene.


    "I''m just asking!" Hannah shot him a re. "If you have time to meddle in my business, you should be checking to see where your girl is."


    Seeing the fire turned on him, Shanley immediately fell silent.


    “I am married,” Harold answered respectfully.


    “Married?” Hannah looked a little disappointed, then gave a weak smile. "What a pity."


    "Yes, he married quite young," Dr. Zigmund chimed in. "It''s been three years, hasn''t it, Harold?"


    "Three years, two months, and eight days," Harold replied, a smile on his handsome face that didn''t quite reach his eyes.


    "Speaking of which," Dr. Zigmund


    said, remembering Hannah''s


    request. He lowered his voice.


    "Hannah wants to introduce me to a


    young person who is supposedly


    very skilled in medicine:


    "Oh?" Harold''s eyes narrowed, his expression turning serious. A skilled young person?


    "Apparently, she''s still in high


    school," Dr. Zigmund said, his tone


    dripping with disdain. If it were


    anyone else''s house, he would have already left. "Harold, have someone from the junior team at the O association check her qualifications first."


    But honestly, so young and without any formal training? She was probably a lost cause. What a waste of time!


    "Well...” Harold, guessing it was his sister, hesitated for a moment before saying diplomatically, "Perhaps you should reconsider. She might be a diamond in the rough."


    "No!" Dr. Zigmund made a firm gesture of refusal, his voice sharp with annoyance. As if not busy I''m enough! I still have to track down" your grandmasterter. I don''t have time for this."


    Harold wanted to exin, but he could see Dr. Zigmund wasn''t listening. In the end, he chose to stay silent.


    "Shanley," Hannah turned to her grandson. "Since my future granddaughter-inw isn''t here yet, why don''t you show Dr. Houston around?"