Chapter 240: Misty Forest

The Foley Mansion.

Old Mr. Foley had just finished exercise and returned home, still wearing his white button-up coat, baggy pants, and a pair of ordinary black cloth shoes that looked no different from those worn by the old men who played chess in the park.

No one would have thought that this ordinary-looking old man was once the legendary figure who ruled over the business world.

He walked into the house with sweat all over his face, and Joe stood at the door holding a white towel waiting to respectfully hand it to him as soon as he returned.

Old Mr. Foley took the towel and wiped off his sweat. Ever since he found out about his illness, he exercised every day.

“If only Cheyenne were here. She could spar with me for a few rounds,” Old Mr. Foley said wistfully.

Thinking of Cheyenne made him feel sad again. “I was wrong last time; I’m afraid she hates me now.”

Joe stood beside him and comforted him softly, “Old Mr. Foley, she won’t hate you for long. Miss Lawrence is not an ordinary woman; she has broad-mindedness and deep affection for you.” That day…

Anyone would be angry if they were drugged like that, let alone someone like Miss Lawrence with such strong self-esteem. Three days of torture…

According to servants who brought food overheard her crying from far away – like howling ghosts or wolves.

If it were anyone else, they might not even survive such an ordeal!

Old Mr. Foley thought Joe’s words made sense. An idea struck her and he said excitedly, “Joe! Get ready; we’ll visit her tonight so I can apologize in person!”

But Joe was stunned for quite some time after hearing this request.

Lawrence had strong self-esteem while old Mr. Foley

iron-blooded toughness but

to being trained by old Mr. Foley, all he got was a gun as

Lawrence really held a special place

bathrobe upstairs in his bedroom

the Foley family rule forbade running around

dared break this

and saw that his grandson, who should have been at work, had actually

did you come back? Did you forget some

meticulous and reliable person who rarely made mistakes like that. Kelvin didn’t answer his grandfather’s question; instead, he gave him a brief

angered old Mr. Foley who grumbled under

your grandfather standing here? It’s impolite to leave without

a simple “ooh”

came out of his room with a cup of coffee in his hand, and when he saw that old

Vincent said in a submissive tone as if trying not to provoke any

looked up at him and asked, “Didn’t you go to

with him for getting promoted so easily. But he didn’t care about what others thought since all along his goal was

Foley towards his bedroom, explaining, “Oh, Grandfather, I took today

household, only Vincent seemed concerned

Kelvin, being an elderly, lonely man, he was warmed by Vincent’s

the chance to propose that he would find

initially refused any help. He was well aware of the nature of his illness; there was no cure. At best, they could only delay the inevitable a little longer. Even old Mr. Edwards was at a loss, and other doctors couldn’t even pinpoint the

that the doctor I found is a master in his field. With him around, there

do you trust so

into agreeing to meet with the

books and files were scattered all over as if they had been ransacked. The man was rummaging through everything trying to

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