He took a bite of the apple. Then, he slowly chewed it while calming himself down.

This was the first time Mitchel had left his ward after waking up.

He wheeled himself to the elevator.

The elevator arrived. Matteo came out from it while Mitchel wheeled himself in. Not spotting Mitchell's face at first, Matteo instinctively stepped aside to let his wheelchair pass.

But the next second, Matteo stopped in his tracks. He hesitated for a moment before turning back. After recognizing Mitchel's face, his mouth opened wide, taking a deep breath before exclaiming, "Mr. Dixon!"

“I'm going back to the company," Mitchel said, wheeling his wheelchair into the elevator, and pressed the button.

The elevator doors were about to close.

"Mr. Dixon, wait for me!" Matteo yelled, not fully recovered from the shock. He hurriedly rushed into the elevator.

The elevator door closed.

Matteo looked at Mitchel and asked, “Mr. Dixon, why are you suddenly returning to the company?"

“Matters to deal with," Mitchel replied curtly.

Ever since Mitchel woke up, he had become taciturn. He had managed to keep his statement short, clearly not in the mood to say anymore.

Sometimes, he didn't even say a single word for a few consecutive days while handling business as usual. When Matteo asked about his option for meals, he only responded, "Not picky."

Since Mitchel had become withdrawn with fewer words, Matteo, anxious, turned to Luis for assistance.

Back then, Luis had holed up in the laboratory all day, researching better knee joint replacement materials for Mitchel.

At Matteo's words, Luis could only temporarily pause his ongoing research and come to the hospital every day to keep Mitchel company.

Luis was a lively and talkative person. Even if Mitchel didn't speak, he wouldn't feel awkward. He could always initiate a topic and talk non-stop.

Whenever Mitchel got annoyed, he would only say a few words like, "Got nothing else to do?" "Not funny." "It's getting late". He used these words to drive Luis away.

With Luis around, the issue of Mitchel's taciturnity improved quite a bit. Although he still only spoke those few sentences a day, it was much more reassuring than the previous situation of him only speaking once in a few days.

Right then, the elevator doors opened.