Charlie smiled helplessly and was going to pick up a wine glass when Rowan caught his hand mercilessly.

“No drinking!” Rowan glared at him. “You can’t drive after you drink!”

Charlie was befuddled. “Mr. Irwin, didn’t you say that… we’ll walk back later?”

“Who said that!?”

Rowan glared at Charlie but was immensely gentle to the person on the line.

“Cordelia, calm down… Oh, don’t fret!

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’m just around!

“Not far at all! Hah, I’ll be there very soon. I promise I’ll heal Elder Mr. Hamerton!

“Silly child, what are you saying? No need to be courteous with me!”

Rowan put on his jacket and ran out as he spoke.

Charlie chuckled wryly on the spot. He looked at the two glasses of wine that were not even touched reluctantly before he sighed and went after his boss.

The pub was obviously a long way from Hamerton Manor!

Rowan kept urging Charlie to step down on the pedal on the way.

When they arrived at the manor, the living room was filled with people, but Rowan only had his eyes on Cordelia.

He smiled at her with a sense of duty and pride in being needed by his daughter and went up the stairs with his medical kit.

Zephyr watched him and could not help feeling sorry when he recalled the same man at Imperial Media who had argued with him and then left forlornly.

He turned to look at Cordelia and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her into his embrace with complicated feelings.

room, and everyone crowded around him

sounded confident. “I’ve given Elder Mr. Hamerton

to Clark. “Let him take this twice a day and one pill each

it and memorized what Rowan said

is due to over-nourishment,” said Rowan. “He mustn’t take those tonics anymore! I’ve taken a look at the residue. The ingredients are good, but the ratio is obviously

senior in age now. How could he afford to

he asked for the person in charge to send the tonic daily to

person came—it was a man who looked honest. He wore a Hamerton employee’s uniform and stood there cautiously. When he occasionally

him to be familiar but could

he’s Lukas Welkie,” Clark told

Zephyr was alarmed.

Welkie was a butler in Gale Bay whose duty was to take care of Henry and Kate’s daily needs. How could it

to me to ask for a job for his nephew,” explained Clark.

icily, “Then what about the tonic? Does he know how to prescribe

Lukas nearly fell to his knees as his eyes flitted

met eyes with Yale, both of them paused before averting

away. “Oh, the tonic sender’s from your

you’re helping dad, but those who don’t will

word, not fighting

rubbish are you on? I can sue you

the truth! Mr. Irwin here said that the tonic’s ratio is problematic! And the person sending

“You—” Kate was furious.

up. “Zephyr, I think Uncle Matthew’s the one who usually takes

he laced their

continued to talk with a soft volume, but it was clear enough

he stay away like the plague on the matter of

doesn’t seem logical, does

have some other plans,

all it took to render Matthew speechless. He stared at Cordelia with bulging eyes and

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