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.

the empty living

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

voice

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

your head,"

dull eyes had welled

could it be you?" James shuddered as he

stepped forward and held him up. "Be careful,

walking stick in James' hands was suddenly gone. He clutched the

tears came pouring down

blankly as he gulped. His heart swirled with all the emotions in the world. He could not make out what he

James was hysterical. "Who would've

the sofa and poured him a cup

until he calmed his nerves, then she said," You've misunderstood

was livid. "She taught

year, it wasn't Madam who separated us. It was your

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