Chapter 813

Sitting on the left, Nolan Teague looked scruffy. He had a flushed face, puffy cheeks, and bloodshot eyes. He frowned every now and then, looking like he was under the weather. It was clear as day that he had high blood pressure and was struggling with sleep. Tony's chance to make enough for two plates of pasta had finally come. He cleared his throat and turned to Nolan. "Which construction site are you working at?" With his mouth full of pasta, Nolan mumbled, "I work at Silver Oak Developments. Are you looking for a job? You've got to be at least 60, right? I doubt they'd want to hire you. But if you're really struggling to find a job, I've got an idea. Get yourself a fake ID that says you're 59. They might let you do some easy work." Tony was caught off guard when Nolan got the wrong idea. He wanted to get straight to talking about the treatment, but it felt too sudden to change the subject, so he held back. When it came to seeing a doctor, it was always the patient who reached