"Isn't that quite normal? There are many computer technicians outside who didn't graduate from prestigious computer science programs. Most of them didn't even go to university, and still, they can make a living fixing computers, right?"
Just then, the door outside was pushed open.
The girl walked in from the outside, still dressed in a hoodie and duckbill cap, her look was audacious yet restrained.
"Sorry for interrupting."
Her voice was hoarse, not the softness typical of her peers, but it was pleasant to the ears.
As soon as Wallace Radcliff saw her carrying the thermos, he immediately shut up about what he had been saying to Amadeus Yancey and greeted her familiarly, "Ms. Quinlan, here to see Amadeus?"
Nathalie Quinlan walked to the bedside, lazily placed the thermos down, and unscrewed the lid with an 'um' in response.
Wallace Radcliff scratched his head, feeling somewhat guilty.
Actually, he held no ill will towards Nathalie Quinlan.