The study.
Noel Roberts was crossing his legs, "Everything is arranged, are you ready?"
"Yeah." Brandon Piers responded, his eyes falling on the rose wall outside the window; his expression was quite distant.
"I've arranged for people to distract your uncle on the day, but your surgery will take a long time, and there may be unexpected events. You must be fully prepared." Noel scanned his face, which was more beautiful than a woman's, and then sighed after cautioning him.
"Don't worry." Brandon ignored Noel's slovenly demeanor; understanding his concern, he finally reacted with reassurance.
The surgery was indispensable. Since Dr. Smith had passed away, there would be no other surgeon in the world who could guarantee a 100% successful operation; he might as well get it over with earlier.
"It's fine as long as you understand the situation," said Noel while observing the expression on Brandon's face, not feeling at ease.