Chapter 509
Despite her uneasiness, Charmine was reminded of the elderly man sitting behind her. She dwelled no more on the discomfort and focused on racing toward the hospital.
They eventually arrived at Royal Hospital 15 minutes later.
Dr. Weir got down from the motorbike and took off his helmet. “Oh, we’re here?” he muttered.
So soon?
He wanted to enjoy more of the city breeze, wanting to zip past more cars stuck in the traffic...
Charmine parked the motorbike as she replied, “What? You liked it?”
“Of course! No wonder the youngsters like to ride this thing. I find it more exciting than playing checkers!” gushed Dr. Weir, unable to avert his eyes from Charmine’s motorbike.
“I’ll teach you how to ride it when I have time,” said Charmine.
It was not like she was buttering up to Dr. Weir—Charmine truly meant it. It was rare to meet an old man who liked motorbikes. Her four Uncles had been telling her off about riding the bike for god knows how many years…
Dr. Weir’s eyes lit up.

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