Let's Get Rid of This Big Flea

Grand Lady's cell phone rang. There's a call coming from Mr. Edward. "Tch, this family again. This afternoon it was the daughter who was acting up, now it's the father," cursed Grand Lady from behind the desk casually.

 Peter looked over to check. "Mr. Edward? You can ignore it if you want, madam. If he had called me to ask about you, I would have said that there is an important meeting you need to hold at this time."

 Peter's idea wasn't bad either.

 "How are things from Evan and Lucia? Are they more intensely related than before?" asked Grand Lady. Her hands were already clutching her phone and she was pondering over some of the decisions she needed to make.

 "Mr. Evan went to follow Miss Lucia to the hospital, madam. So far there have been no significant growths because monitoring in hospitals is quite difficult to do." Peter said somewhat regretfully.