The doctor snapped his bag shut and marched down the stairs to the foyer, where Caine and Ivy were anxiously waiting for him.
“Your aunt seems fine.” He tried to keep the annoyance from his voice. At this moment, she was probably in better health than his wife, who was no doubt pacing the floor over their interrupted dinner plans.
“People don’t faint for no reason,” Caine said evenly.
“Your aunt is eighty years old, young man. When we’re her age, we’ll probably do a lot of things for no reason. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
The butler helped him on with his coat and handed him his bag. With a brisk handshake, he was gone.