After over ten minutes, Irish spoke, "Send me back to my uncle's home. I'm okay now." Leo was so considerate that he called her uncle on the way back to New York.
If she were as weak as she was in the hospital, she would not have planned to go back to her uncle's home. She tended to share happiness with others and was not accustomed to sharing sadness. Upon her mother's death, she understood that it was not pleasant to share pains and sufferings with others.
Leo denied it upon hearing her words, "No. I am worried about your health."
"I'm really okay." She emphasized lightly.
Leo still didn't agree.
"You need to work."
Leo smiled lightly and said, "I have a protracted war with him, this mad one.
Irish had a bad prediction.
"Irish." Leo released her and held her shoulders lightly, saying softly and lovingly, "It is late even if you don't want to drag me, so just stay here and leave when you are healthy again."
