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.

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

walked forward in fear, his head hung low as

voice

girls. Since when was this worn-out old lady hired here? Could it be

your head," James roared

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

could it be you?" James shuddered as he nearly collapsed

him up.

was suddenly gone. He clutched the woman's hand

her tears came pouring

stared at her blankly as he gulped. His heart swirled with all the emotions in the world. He

each other again." James was hysterical. "Who would've

sofa and poured him a cup of hot water. "Old Master,

calmed his nerves,

was livid. "She taught you

year, it wasn't Madam who separated us. It was your mother. It was she who made me an outcast. She had someone ravage my body and

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