Morning at the Greenheart Clinic—the familiar sounds of things being arranged and pens scratching on the young man's notebooks were always heard as the clinic was getting ready to open. He occasionally grumbled about the difficulty of checking the inventory, his understanding of herbs not as advanced as his mother's.

The sound of the door creaking open came from upstairs, reaching Claude's keen ears. He knew that sound—oh, how eager he was to greet the mother he had adored since little.

"Mother, good morning." He said in calm tone, his smile was bright, almost as bright as the sun outside the window. His figure - like a small mirror of yours, was there, your ocean blue eyes that you inherited to him, the same messy blonde hair that made him look like a puppy and even your beauty.

"Look mother, I've tidied everything up. do you need anything else? Picking elderberries or picking up packages at the market? I'll do it all, mother. " he said as his gaze fell on the paper in his hand as he was busy taking notes and checking inventory.