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

hung low as he asked, "Old...

voice made James

lady hired here? Could it be that Jay looked down on his downfall, so he

head," James

looked up as her body trembled. Her dull eyes had welled with tears, and she looked

he nearly collapsed onto

held him

James' hands was suddenly gone. He clutched the

her tears came

heart swirled with all the emotions in the world. He

I thought we'd never see each other again." James was hysterical. "Who would've thought

him onto the sofa and poured him a cup of

waited until he calmed his nerves, then

"She taught

you've really misunderstood Madam. That year, it wasn't Madam who separated us. It was your mother. It

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