“Dr. Rudolph, I really can’t help with this matter,” Leo continued to refuse.
Rosemary had an aversion to men, and Leo was a man himself. Getting involved in her romantic affairs would be a thankless task.
Dr. Rudolph became desperate, pushing his chair’s armrests and rising to his feet, “Leo, if you don’t agree, I’ll kneel right here in front of you!”
Seeing Dr. Rudolph about to kneel, Leo couldn’t bear it and quickly reached out to support him, saying, “Dr. Rudolph, you can’t do this. You’ll hurt yourself. Alright, I agree. But let me make it clear, I’ll do my best, but I can’t guarantee success.”
Dr. Rudolph finally breathed a sigh of relief, his expression softening, “Thank you so much, Leo.”
Leo couldn’t help but smile, acknowledging Dr. Rudolph’s willingness to go to great lengths for his beloved granddaughter. As for the issue of Rosemary’s sexual orientation, Leo pondered if there might be an opportunity to provide her with some psychological counseling and use traditional Chinese medicine to make reasonable adjustments to her hormone levels. There was a possibility that this approach could be effective.
However, the key prerequisite was to have more interactions with Rosemary. If Rosemary avoided him due to her aversion to him, Leo would be powerless.
Leo then made it clear, “Dr. Rudolph, let’s be upfront about this. If Miss Fanny is unwilling to meet me, there’s nothing I can do.”
“Don’t worry about that. When she comes here today, I’ll give her a command. She must answer your calls no matter how busy she is, and she must make time to meet you whenever you want,” Dr. Rudolph assured him.
Dr. Rudolph’s confidence in making such statements stemmed from Rosemary’s exceptional respect and obedience towards him. Apart from the issue of her sexual orientation, Rosemary rarely did anything to upset Dr. Rudolph.
Leo still had reservations, saying, “Dr. Rudolph, that sounds a bit excessive.”
Listening to their conversation, Brandon caught on to Dr. Rudolph’s intentions and joined in, “Leo, I think you and Rosemary would make a good match.”
Brandon was unaware that Leo was already married.
“Dr. White, you’ve got it wrong. I’m already a married man,” Leo replied.
Brandon raised an eyebrow, surprised. “You’re still so young. How long have you been married?”
“Four years,” Leo answered.
The mention of four years made Dr. Rudolph’s eyes flicker. He asked, “Do you have children?”
“Not yet,” Leo replied, feeling a bit uncomfortable discussing his private life.
Dr. Rudolph looked at Leo and said with sincerity, “Marriage is about two people living together. If it doesn’t bring happiness, you should consider making a change. Don’t trap yourself in an unhappy situation. Sometimes, finding your own happiness means being brave enough to walk away.”
Dr. Rudolph was aware of Leo’s status as a son-in-law and had heard about Leo’s strained relationship with Sophia in the Henley family. His words were a subtle suggestion for Leo to consider divorce.
Brandon also chimed in, offering his perspective, “Leo, sometimes our older generation’s advice may not be easy to accept, but it comes from our own experiences. If you find any of it useful, feel free to consider it.”
Leo, however, didn’t want to discuss his private matters further. He had no intention of divorcing Sophia, and he and Sophia had a good relationship. It was impossible for him to divorce her, not in this lifetime.
After a brief laugh, Leo redirected the conversation to other matters. After finishing their tea, Leo left Healnature Clinic.
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Meanwhile, in Bob’s underground fighting arena:
Today, the underground fighting arena was bustling with activity because a formidable opponent had arrived.
In his second-floor office, Bob could clearly see everything happening in the arena through the large French windows. Chasel stood beside him, his gaze fixed on the arena, his expression stern.
In the center of the ring stood a rather short man, but what stood out most was his dark complexion, like he had just emerged from a coal mine. He had defeated five fighters in a row and was now excitedly pounding his chest like an enraged gorilla.
All the fighters in Bob’s arena were well-trained, but none of them could last more than a few moves against this dark-skinned man.
Watching the man’s arrogant demeanor, Chasel couldn’t help but speak up, “Mr. Abe, I have a feeling this guy’s combat skills are on par with Bevis. Our fighters can’t handle him. If we let him continue, the arena might start hemorrhaging money.”
Bob’s expression turned serious, but he remained silent.
“Mr. Abe, should I call Mr. Bloomer and ask him to come and help?” Chasel tentatively suggested.
Bob narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, “We can’t keep bothering Leo every time something comes up. He’s our friend, not a fighter. Let’s think of another solution.”
Despite his words, Bob couldn’t think of an immediate alternative. Underground fighting was a world where strength spoke the loudest; fists determined everything.
Five or six minutes later, another fighter fell to the dark-skinned man’s feet.
Bob found himself reminiscing about Bevis during the intense underground fight. Bevis was known for his formidable fighting skills, and he couldn’t help but wonder how he would compare to the current formidable opponent in the ring.
Chasel also remembered their attempt to recruit Bevis when they visited Dreamland.
“Mr. Abe, it would be great if Bevis joined our underground fight club; he should be able to take care of that arrogant guy in the ring!” Chasel said, his expression filled with frustration.
Bob, on the other hand, remained calm and smiled faintly, “Forcing someone into something isn’t good. If he realizes it himself, he’ll come.”
As the crowd cheered for the “Bevis,” the tension in the arena continued to build.
Another fighter was taken down. The spectators erupted into cheers once more, waving their betting slips. It seemed like they had bet on the dark-skinned man winning from the start, and now they stood to make a substantial profit.
“This guy might not be tall, but I had no idea he’d be this powerful. If I had bet on him winning from the beginning, I could have made a fortune!” one spectator remarked.
“Yeah, none of the fighters in this arena stand a chance against him. They’re all trash!” another exclaimed.
Listening to the crowd’s cheers and discussions, Bob’s anger flared up. Suddenly, he stood up from his chair and said, “Let’s go. We’re heading out.”
Bob walked to the edge of the ring and threw his coat to Chasel, saying, “No one can be this arrogant on my turf. I’ll handle this personally and teach him a lesson.”
Chasel quickly grabbed Bob’s arm, trying to restrain him. “Mr. Abe, don’t be impulsive. Let me go and deal with him.”
“You’re not his match!” Bob glared at Chasel, his eyes piercing. “Let go!”