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    “Mr. Flynn, what are your instructions?”


    “Linda’s headed to the hospital for a check-up today. Go over to Silver Vis and assist her. I won’t be able to make it.”


    “Understood, Mr. Flynn.”


    Ending the call, Eric opened the car door and slid inside.


    He steered the car out of the garage and onto the road, leaving the hospital behind as he made his way straight to Olisvale Bay.


    At the Scott estate on Olisvale Bay, Ferris was already up, pulling on his outdoor clothes inside the dressing room.


    “Mr. Scott!”


    As soon as he stepped out, a caregiver hurried over, worry etched across her face. “Mrs. Scott is not taking her medicine…”


    Ferris let out a slow sigh, irritated.


    What was the point of having so many servants if none of them could handle such a simple task?


    “I’ll handle it.”


    He then headed straight for Milly’s room.


    Ever since that frightening incident with the disinfectant and the emergency stomach pumping, Milly had been prescribed medication to help her recover. But getting her to take it was a battle every single time.


    The only person she seemed to fear was Ferris. Whenever he appeared, Milly would fall silent, all resistance melting away as she reluctantly obeyed.


    That was why, whenever Ferris was home, the caregiver would immediately turn to him for help.


    Inside the room, Ferris took the medicine and held the cup gently to Milly’s lips. “Milly, it’s time. Please, open your mouth for me…”


    Just then, Cordell stepped inside.


    Leaning down beside Ferris, he whispered into his ear.


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    “Mr. Scott has arrived. His car’s been sitting out front for a while now, but he hasn’te in yet.”


    Ferris lifted an eyebrow.


    What could it be about?


    “Should we invite him in?”


    “No need to rush.” Ferris shook his head, narrowing his eyes. A sharp glint flickered in them. “He needs toe in on his own. We’ll wait.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    Eric had already arrived, but how much longer did Ferris have to wait?


    Outside, Eric put out his cigarette, let out a deep breath, and got out of the car.


    Immediately as he stepped out, the gates automatically slid open.


    Cordell stood ready at the entrance, apanied by several staff members, and greeted him respectfully. “Mr. Scott, please,e in.” Eric gave him a brief nce. He said nothing and continued inside. He knew Ferris was aware that he was around.


    In the living room, Ferris was making tea as usual.


    Eric walked over. Without lifting his head, Ferris motioned toward the sofa across from him. “You’re here. Have a seat.” Eric did as he was told.


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