Max took out the three white sheets and walked out. He wanted to rush home to speak with Beau. After their father's departure, he had been extremely busy that he hardly got any time to talk to Beau.
Now that some of the weight wa shifted off his shoulder, he wished to iron out things with Beau before he proceeds with his missions. Max understood how his world worked. Being a doctor was only a cover for his actual job as an agent.
He had grown so used to his job as a doctor that he forgot about his other job. He rushed home to be welcomed to the strong aromatic flavor of food.
Beau was not as good a cook as Max but his meals could be considered delicious. As for Max, his standard was higher than that of a chef in a seven-star hotel.