"After half an hour, you’ll need to deliver dicine to the young master. But don’t bla for not warning you: the young master is temperantal and doesn’t like being touched by others. You must behave yourself and don’t harbor any tricky thoughts. Leave imdiately once the delivery is done, or I can’t protect you if things go wrong!"
"Thank you, Butler Ye!" Upon hearing the butler’s words, Sumr Shawcross’s face was filled with delight.
...
Deep night.
In the bedroom styled in vintage solid wood.
The man wearing a white shirt lounges on the sofa. Due to his injury, a thin layer of sweat glistens on his handso, cold face.
His expression is solemn as he looks at a list on his phone, planning sothing.
Beside the sofa, Sean Morgan stands there, looking at his current appearance, unable to hide the worry on his face.
"Boss, you’ve just regained consciousness; perhaps you should rest a bit more."
After finishing his sentence, Noah Drexler finally turns off the phone screen and suddenly turns his head to ask him.
"How are things now?"
"According to the clues provided by our arranged personnel, we should be close to tracing it to Silas Drexler," Sean Morgan responds.
After Sean’s sentence, Noah Drexler’s stern face shows little change, then he coldly asks.
"What about the old man?"
"Old Master Drexler got quite angry today and is calling Silas back from abroad, likely to strip him of his power!" Sean promptly replies.
Upon hearing this, a glimr of satisfaction finally flashes across Noah Drexler’s brows.
A mont later, he speaks again.
"Have they found the antidote yet?"
As his words fall, Sean Morgan falls silent.
After a while, he shakes his head.
Noah Drexler presses his lips and remains silent.
After a mont, he slightly moves his lips and suddenly asks.
"How is she doing?"
When he ntions her, the man’s gaze softens a bit.
Due to a relapse of an old injury, he had been in a feverish coma for two days, and his thoughts are entirely consud with her now that he’s conscious.
After his words fall, Sean Morgan pauses for a mont.
Seeing this, Noah Drexler furrows his brows and then quietly asks.
"Did she cause trouble again?" Although his tone is questioning, there’s clearly a trace of indulgence on his handso face.
Over the past two days, he doesn’t think she’d remain obedient, thus he’s curious about what trouble she might have caused Sherry this ti.
Sean Morgan shakes his head, "Yesterday morning when it was still bright, Sherry made a phone call, and it seems the madam figured sothing out."
When Sean finishes speaking, Noah Drexler’s face stiffens, and his lips press tightly together as he attentively asks.
"And then?"
"I’ve already explained, inford her that you’re not seriously hard; the madam should believe it. The emails Sherry sent over the past two days are quite normal, only ntioning so instability in the madam’s emotions, nothing else unusual," Sean answers.
Sherry emails Noah daily to describe the situation at Silvanus Manor, so the boss is very clear on the madam’s daily activities.
Once Sean Morgan’s words fall, Noah Drexler’s face suddenly darkens.
"Very normal?" He frowns abruptly.
Considering how well he knows her, she is most abnormal when she appears normal under these circumstances!
Upon hearing Noah Drexler’s words, Sean Morgan is stunned for a mont before continuing to explain.
"I also find it a bit odd, but nothing seems suspicious; Sherry has never made any mistakes over the years."
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