Chapter 475

"Wasn't you in a wheelchair?"

Tyrell was stunned. He was shocked by what he had heard. His face was full of disbelief. "Mr. Cassel, stop joking."

That person just now looked exactly like Brandon. How could it not be him?

"Do you think I'm in the mood to joke now?"

Brandon held the examination report in his hand. The double pressure of marriage and illness intertwined, making his face very ugly.

"Then I might have seen wrongly," Tyrell smiled and stopped talking about it.

After all, it was not strange that someone looked like Brandon.

Besides, Tyrell was more concerned about another thing now. "Mr. Cassel, what are you doing in the psychiatry department?"

Tyrell seemed to be concerned, but he was already looking at the report in Brandon's hands.

Fortunately, the report was sealed. And Tyrell could only see the folder.

"It's none of your business." Brandon glared at him coldly, his face filled with displeasure.