Glenn Hutchinson's face turned dark uncontrollably.
If it weren't for the fact that this kid had just been discharged from the hospital and was in a bad mood...
Glenn Hutchinson walked back across with a grim expression.
"When are you going back?" Flossie Wright sat on the chair, sipping porridge unhurriedly, looked at the returning Glenn Hutchinson, and asked.
"Tomorrow." Glenn Hutchinson said, then paused for a moment before continuing, "I'll handle your discharge procedures in the morning, so you can go back to the hospital."
"Okay."
Flossie Wright nodded gently.
Glenn Hutchinson was not injured, so naturally, he wouldn't be given a vacation without reason. He probably requested time off himself, and now, after half a month of delay, he certainly couldn't stay much longer.
Lowering her head to look at the porridge in her hand, then glancing at the other breakfast in the bag, Flossie Wright marveled at Glenn Hutchinson's thoughtfulness.
