CHAPTER 547: CHAPTER 547: PHYSICAL EXAMINATION

Ian Keane pursed his lips, "It’s you who’s dressed inappropriately."

Fawn Rhodes was left speechless.

Alright! This kid definitely isn’t her adorable Timmy; although he looks almost exactly like him, his words are too sharp, lacking even a third of her Timmy’s cuteness.

"Uncle Rhodes, this is my brother Ian Keane, he’s a genius!"

Timmy Monroe proudly lifted his smiling face, his eyes openly showing his admiration for Ian Keane.

"Brother, she’s called Uncle Rhodes, she’s our mom’s good friend. When we were abroad, Uncle Rhodes took good care of mom and me!" Timmy Monroe paused, then whispered to Ian Keane, "Brother, Uncle Rhodes is actually a woman. She doesn’t like wearing women’s clothes, so everyone thinks she’s a man. For her sake, let’s call her Uncle Rhodes in public from now on!"

Fawn Rhodes looked at Timmy Monroe affectionately.

Look at that, how sensible and adorable Timmy is? In Timmy’s eyes, isn’t she just like a tall, warm man? Timmy still loves her, knowing to protect her dignity.

Fawn Rhodes glanced at Ian Keane again, tsk~ this little guy is a genius? It’s a bit hard to believe! But if Timmy calls him a genius, then it’s highly credible, because Timmy himself is a little genius.

Fawn Rhodes suddenly wanted to see what this little guy Ian Keane could do to be praised as a genius by Timmy.

"Kid, did you hear me? From now on, learn from Timmy, call me Uncle Rhodes." Fawn coughed twice, continuing, "Kid, in what area are you gifted? Let me see, will you?"

"Boring."

Ian Keane spat out the word with his thin lips and turned to leave, seemingly not wanting to engage with Fawn Rhodes anymore.

"Hey, kid, you..."

Fawn Rhodes watched Ian Keane walk away, corner of her mouth twitching, never having seen such an arrogant kid.

"Uncle Rhodes, don’t blame my brother. He’s just not familiar with you, which is why he’s so cold. Once he gets to know you, he won’t be like this anymore."

Timmy Monroe tried hard to speak well of Ian Keane, leaving Fawn Rhodes with nothing to say. If she continued, it would seem like she was fussing with a child.

The next day.

Ivana Monroe woke up and found Leon Keane beside her, she was a bit stunned.

How did Leon Keane end up by her side? She remembered being knocked out by Kyle and Leon’s mother’s people and taken to "Night City". Later, they gave her some drug, and then Fawn came ...

"Fawn." Ivana Monroe mumbled, recalling being taken to prison with Fawn last night. She panicked, reaching out to push Leon Keane, "How is Fawn? When you rescued me, did you also rescue Fawn?"

She vaguely remembered, when the effects of the drug were severe in prison, those disgusting men wanted to do some unspeakable things to her, but Fawn protected her, not allowing those disgusting men to harm her.

Ivana Monroe didn’t remember Leon rescuing her, nor the things he’d done after taking her away. Her memory only lingered at the moment Fawn held her, so she was extremely anxious now.

Leon Keane opened his eyes, his handsome face darkened. This woman wakes up caring about that "pretty boy", not even sparing a thought for her husband? He’s bearing old wounds and satisfied her all night last night.

Leon Keane touched his face; is it that the scar hasn’t completely healed yet? Is his appearance not as good as that "pretty boy" called Fawn, so Ivana is so concerned for "him"?

"Hubby, speak up? Why are you not saying anything? How is Fawn? Did those men in prison do anything inappropriate to Fawn? Was Fawn injured?"

Leon Keane felt choked up inside, wanting to tell Ivana "they died," but seeing her anxious expression, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

"He’s fine."

Leon Keane unwillingly uttered a few words.

Ivana Monroe breathed a sigh of relief at his words.

A moment later, she seemed to notice something off, gently lifting the edge of the blanket. Looking down, her fair cheeks turned red, red like a boiled tomato: "We... we..."

Leon Keane stared at Ivana’s burning little face, complaining, "You’ve finally realized how much your husband sacrificed last night?"

Ivana Monroe’s heart was racing uncontrollably, her body truly "unrecognizable", illustrating how intense last night was.

Ivana thought of the burn wounds on Leon’s body, feeling distressed, "Your wounds had just gotten a bit better, you shouldn’t have been so intense."

Leon Keane sighed, "I wasn’t intense! Last night, it was you who was intense, I’m a man, can’t exactly say no, right?"

Ivana Monroe: "..."

Ivana’s face was red enough to bleed, so she couldn’t discuss this topic with Leon any further, opting to change the subject: "I’m so hungry, I’m going to wash my face and brush my teeth, and have breakfast."

Leon Keane didn’t say a word, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Ivana Monroe flipped the blanket off, turning her back to Leon, put on her top, and when she was about to get out of bed to put on her pants, she turned her head to find Leon staring at her unblinkingly, she blushingly said: "Don’t look."

"You’re my wife, I love looking at you, and in this lifetime, I only want to look at you."

The sweet talk was effortlessly smooth.

Hearing such words, Ivana’s heart felt sweet, and she chided, "Saying you’re being a rogue in such an elegant and refined way?"

Leon Keane laughed, "It’s not elegance and refinement; it’s deep affection."

Even he hadn’t expected that one day he would be deeply devoted to a woman.

Ivana didn’t reply, standing up with a flushed face under Leon’s gaze, putting her pants on. As soon as her feet touched the ground and she tried to stand up, her legs suddenly seemed to lose all strength, soft and powerless, and her body fell uncontrollably to one side.

Seeing she was about to fall miserably.

Leon Keane quickly caught her: "Wife, what’s wrong?"

Ivana’s back was against his chest; he hadn’t put on a shirt yet, and his scent engulfed her, making Ivana’s heart tremble, her neck turning pink: "Noth... nothing."

~

Howard Yeats, holding Nicole, brought Ivy Linden to a private hospital.

"There’s nothing wrong with my body, so I don’t need to check it, right?"

Ivy Linden looked at Howard Yeats.

"That’s not right. One must be accountable for one’s own health; an annual checkup is a must." Howard Yeats smiled, lifting a finger, teasing Nicole’s small chin: "Nicole, don’t you agree?"

Nicole nodded, "Yes, Uncle Howard is right, Mommy, you should listen to Uncle Howard!"

Ivy Linden’s face darkened; this little girl, telling her to listen to Howard Yeats?

"Hahaha..." Howard Yeats burst out laughing.

"Miss Linden, Mr. Yeats has already paid an expensive fee for the checkup. Even if you don’t get checked, the fee won’t be refunded. Don’t waste Mr. Yeats’s thoughtfulness."

The person in charge of "checkup" was a female doctor, probably in her forties, helping Howard Yeats to persuade Ivy Linden.

Ivy Linden frowned; what else could she say?

Howard Yeats felt a thrill of joy, telling the female doctor, "Please give Ivy a thorough check; her mental state hasn’t been great lately. I’ll take the lovely Nicole for her checkup."