Chapter 69: Yes, You Are Right

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"I told you I'd come by myself," the girl dressed in a beige ruffled high-necked dress, with slightly curly brown hair, muttered softly as she walked down Birmingham Road in Hillsston District. "Really, can't you trust me with something so simple?"

"Maybe it's because it's such a small matter that we can't trust you," Ashes said casually, walking beside her.

"Do you think saying that makes me happy?" Fors gave him a sideways glance, clearly unimpressed.

"Just telling the truth," Ashes shrugged.

Although she could be lazy at times, Fors was serious about important matters. For example, she never faltered when rescuing Xio from prison. But otherwise, she tended to be incredibly laid-back. A perfect phrase to describe her state would be: the contemporary university student's situation.

"Hmph," Fors snorted twice, seeming dissatisfied but unable to suppress a smile, which made her steps lighter—perhaps because she wanted to finish these tasks quickly and go back to lounging around.

In fact, Dr. Allen's house wasn't far from Fors's. Both were on the same street. Fors lived at 117 Birmingham Road, while Dr. Allen lived at 3 Birmingham Road, a straight-line distance of less than 500 meters. Since both houses were on the same side of the street, they didn't even need to cross the road.

Walking through the porch and the lawn, Fors rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door was opened by a young maid in a maid's dress who looked curiously at the two visitors.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm here to see Dr. Allen," Fors said softly, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. "I..."

"Fors? Is that you, Fors? Come in," a man's voice called from the living room, recognizing Fors's voice.

The maid, realizing they were familiar with the homeowner, stepped aside but couldn't hide her curiosity. She had been working there for over a year and had never seen these visitors. Were they distant relatives of Mr. Allen?

Fors hesitated for a moment, then led Ashes into the living room. Inside, a tall, thin man with gold-rimmed glasses was adjusting his tie. Standing beside him was a blonde woman in a light blue dress, gently smoothing out his creases. They were the homeowners, Dr. Allen Chris and his wife, Vilma Gladys.

Clearly, Dr. Allen was about to leave when Fors and Ashes arrived. If they had been a minute later, they might have missed him.

"Dr. Chris," Fors nervously grabbed Ashes's sleeve, feeling awkward.

"Though you resigned from my clinic over two years ago, I don't recall our relationship being this distant," Allen Chris said calmly. His thin, stern face made Fors feel a strong pressure.

"Uncle Allen," Fors murmured, shrinking behind Ashes but still managing a greeting, "Good morning, Aunt Vilma."

"Good morning, Fors," Vilma Gladys nodded gently, with a slightly teasing smile, glancing at Fors and Ashes. Had little Fors reached that age?

"So, what's the reason for your visit?" Allen's expression softened. "If you're looking for news about Walter, I'm sorry, I have no contact with him and don't even know where he is. But if you need help, you can ask me directly. I can offer some assistance."

"No, I'm not here for him," Fors shook her head. Ever since he abandoned her and her mother, she had severed all ties with that man, no matter if he was dead or alive or how he was faring in the Southern Continent.

"As for help," Fors said cautiously, "I wanted to ask if I could intern at your clinic for a while."

"Intern, huh?" Allen pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Alright, the salary will be the same as before, five pounds a month. How does that sound?"

Though he worked at a hospital, Allen also owned the Yusuf Clinic, which he took over three years ago when its former owner had to sell everything due to debts. Allen bought the clinic for a low price.

Coincidentally, three years ago, Fors had just graduated from the Backlund Medical School. Despite her father's abandonment, he introduced her to the clinic out of guilt. Allen generously offered Fors a good salary as an intern. Fors thought she would continue working there, but fate had other plans. She resigned after a year due to becoming a Beyonder, opting to stay home instead.

"No, no salary needed," Fors quickly interjected, relieved at Allen's agreement but waving her hands, "I'm not here for money. You know I'm a writer now, and I don't lack funds. I just want to refresh my knowledge for a bit, so I hope to intern for no more than two... one month."

Though Fors doubted her own talents, thinking she might not be able to digest the potion in just a month, she had been a Beyonder for over two years. Even without the acting method, she could have digested the potion in a year by lying around. If she seriously acted as an 'Apprentice,' one month should be enough—right?

Fors looked down, feeling unsure.

"Alright," Allen agreed, seeing her insistence. "But the clinic doesn't need more hands right now. However, the hospital has some openings. You can come with me there. I have a surgery scheduled today, and you can assist me."

Dr. Allen paused, looking at Ashes. "Does your friend here need any help?"

"No, no," Fors hurriedly said, "He's just accompanying me. You don't need to worry about him."

"Exactly," Ashes nodded in agreement. "You two go ahead, don't mind me."

Dr. Allen and his wife exchanged a glance, their expressions slightly odd.

(End of Chapter)

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