"How many more days do I have to stay here? I want to go home." Jonathan complained weakly and looked at Ian aggrievedly.
But the man in question just stared back at him sternly, his expressions clearly commanding the old man to stay silent and rest well instead of arguing and fighting.
"And how many times do I have to tell you, Grandpa, that I am the doctor here and I will decide when you will return home? Now is not the time."
"But I want to go home." Jonathan still did not give up and stared at his grandson, who was watching the two men bicker in amusement.
"Noah, aren't you going to say anything? Your friend is being unreasonable."
"Nope. I don't think so." His words poured cold water on the old man and he deflated like a popped balloon. "Ian holds the reigns here and if he feels that you must stay here for a few more days, he must have his reasons."
"You two are mean. I am going to complain to..."
This chapter is unedited. I will edit it soon.