Josie was confused. This is Olsen Residence. The Olsen family has such a strong sense of territoriality. How could they possibly take in an elderly man severely ill, let alone the fact that he's Pop? Dexter gently assisted her to sit down beside him, whispering a reminder, "It was Mark who made the decision voluntarily. Although Justin didn't quite agree, I thought it was a good idea. This way, you get to see Paul every day and feel more at ease, right?"

Yes... Of course, this is the best outcome, but I still find it hard to believe that Mark would make such a decision. Could it be that Claudia was telling the truth that day? Josie wore a look of utter confusion as if she were a child unable to find her way home.

The Olsen family had purposely arranged for Paul to stay near her residence a mere few steps away. It was early autumn, and the night breeze was steeped with the rich fragrance of lilytree.

Dexter stood under the tree, his features subtly highlighted in the shadows, his bone structure smooth and refined. "Shall we go in and take a look?"

Josie didn't reject. By then, her panic had subsided.

Outside the house where Paul resided, Zach had been standing for what seemed like an eternity. His face was clouded with gloom as he stared at Josie's silhouette, his resentment so intense it felt as though he could skin her alive.

a faint scent of disinfectant. Claudia was supporting Mark, instructing the servants at the same time, "Make sure to change the bedding every day, clean the room daily, and don't leave any sharp objects around. Also, someone must be with him

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had lost a considerable amount of weight, but his face didn't look haggard. It was clear that he was well

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single call-out caused Mark's cane-supported figure to pause. He exchanged a glance with Claudia,

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was still somewhat confused. "Jo, you're done with school. Let me fix you some

but only Josie held his hand, gently

trouble at school, did you? That little blond troublemaker at the corner, has he stopped throwing your backpack into the trash can? Remember to tell your teacher. If not, I'll go give him a piece of

It was often said that those with Alzheimer's disease would only remember their obsessions, and it was clear that his obsession was none other

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