"After half an hour, you'll need to deliver medicine to the young master. But don't blame me for not warning you: the young master is temperamental and doesn't like being touched by others. You must behave yourself and don't harbor any tricky thoughts. Leave immediately 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, Summer 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 handsome, cold face.
His expression is solemn as he looks at a list on his phone, planning something.
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."
