A charmingly handsome man clad in a white doctor's robe and gold-framed glasses walked into the room earnestly.

His face was clean while his features were sharp and deep-set. His grin was a remedial one. He looked reliable and studious.

James asked, "What's your name?"

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"Mr. Ares, from now on, I'm your personal physiotherapist. In the coming three months, I'll help you get rid of that walking stick and let you stand on your two feet again." Storm's voice was well-paced. His tone was moderate, yet it had a sense of confidence and pride.

James nodded. "I hope that you won't disappoint me."

The chief physician arranged the discharge procedures for James.

Storm and James returned together to Rose Manor in Tourmaline Estate.

Rose Manor, which was once bustling with activity, was now deserted and empty.

leaned on his walking stick as he stood in the empty living room. He hollered furiously, "Where the hell is

forward in fear, his head hung low as he asked, "Old... Old Master,

voice made

and beautiful girls. Since when was this worn-out old lady hired here? Could it be that Jay looked down on

head,"

trembled. Her dull eyes had welled with tears, and she looked at

James shuddered as he nearly collapsed

housekeeper stepped forward and held him up. "Be careful,

in James' hands was suddenly gone. He clutched

woman nodded, her tears came

His heart swirled with all the emotions in the

"Who would've thought that she would finally

the sofa and poured him a cup of hot water.

calmed his nerves, then she

taught you to say

shook her head. "Old Master, you've really misunderstood Madam. That year, it wasn't Madam who separated us. It was your mother. It was she who

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