#Chapter 112: Now that we’re all alone

NOLAN Nolan asked to speak to Alaster when he called the nursing home, but the person who answered the phone told him that the old man was taking a nap. “Alright,” Nolan said. “I’d like to check on his condition, though. Can you put me on the line with someone who can give me an update on his health?” “Of course, Your Highness. Please hold on for just a moment and I’ll go get the doctor.” The line clicked and some music started playing. Nolan drummed his fingers on his desk. The doctor picked up quickly. “Your Highness, so good to hear from you.” Nolan frowned. This was one of the people he used to know, when he’d sneak out and visit his friend under his secret identity. He didn’t love the feeling it gave him when the doctor addressed him now in such formal terms. “Please, Doctor M., you don’t need to address me like that. I would much prefer if we could speak casually, like we have before.” There was a quiet chuckle on the line. “That sounds great.” The doctor