I Can Take Care Of Myself

With the help of Shawn's driver, they carefully moved Shawn to a small double seater cane chair that was close to the parking lot.

After ensuring his boss was comfortable to some extent, the driver sighed in relief, "Now that he has taken the pill, he will get better soon."

"What is wrong with him? And when did he start taking those pills?" Kathleen asked again when Shawn's driver cleverly dodged her first question.

She sensed that the driver was not willing to talk about the issue, perhaps because his boss had warned them not to talk about it.

"You know I am a doctor and you can confide in me so that I can help him, or do you want him to continue like this?" She tried persuading him but he didn't take the bait.

He was skeptical about talking about his boss's condition despite Kathleen's effort to get him to talk.