"Master, should our man remain there?" A soft voice rose in the silent study room.
Earlier, the only sounds heard were those of the nib of a pen scraping against the paper emanating from someone writing in the room.
Rutherford glanced up as his hand stopped writing the letter that needed to be sent to the fief.
He had already ordered his Butler at the fief to assign tasks to their people in order to implement the suggestions that his daughter had given to him.
From the letter he had received from the same man, he knew that the foundation of the third clinic that would be located at the center of the fief had been laid already.
The construction would also soon begin and within three to four months, a third clinic would be up and running at the very center of their fief.
One task had been taken care of and others had begun as well.
Once the clinic was built, the next thing needed would be physicians to look after it.
