Clint smiled and then scooped a small piece of beef into his mouth. After chewing for three or four minutes, he finally managed to swallow the meat with difficulty.


    "Um, darling..."


    "Is it good?" Rainie''s eyes were full of expectation, eagerly awaiting Clint''s praise.


    Nheless, Clint found the food a bit hard topliment. Still, seeing the hopeful look in Rainie''s eyes, he feltpelled to say, "It''s delicious... Really delicious."


    "Really? Then you should eat more."


    "Hmm?" Clint''s expression turned pained.


    "What''s wrong?" Rainie asked innocently.


    Clint shook his head. "N-Nothing."


    "Good, I''m d! I watched the chef butcher the meat right in front of me, and I picked the best-looking beef shank. How about that? Aren''t I amazing?"


    "Yes, you''re really amazing." As he said this, Clint discreetly moved his spoon toward another dish, hoping the stuff might be more edible.


    However, he had underestimated Rainie''s disastrous cooking skills.


    Everything was either too salty or too spicy, and for Clint, who grew up in the Southern Territory, it was almost torturous.


    However, out of respect for Rainie and his principle of not wasting food, he forced himself to eat the meal.


    Throughout the ordeal, Clint continued to praise the food''s taste, even as the saltiness made his words almost incoherent. Still, he did not stop hispliments.


    After finishing the disastrous lunch, Clint could not withstand the havoc in his stomach that afternoon and kept running between the restroom and his office.


    Rainie simply watched with regret.


    "I''m so sorry, darling. It''s all my fault..."


    Clint patted her on the head. "It''s okay. Maybe it''s just because I''ve been staying upte recently. My stomach''s just a little upset."


    "Darling..."


    Just then, there was a knock on the office door, and Rn burst in from outside.


    "Something''s wrong! Ronan suddenly copsed in his room, and I don''t know why!" Rn eximed.


    "What?!" Clint and Rainie immediately rushed toward the Melton family''s estate.


    ...


    When they arrived, Reggie had already called a doctor who was also a martial artist. Everyone anxiously waited inside the room for the results.


    Clint suddenly turned to Rn and asked, "Rn, what exactly happened?"


    Rn then recounted what he had seen and heard.


    "At first, I couldn''t get my brother to answer the door. I thought he might be sleeping, so I didn''t disturb him much. But then I realized something was off-my brother isn''t one to sleep in.


    "Even if he stayed upte, he would still get up on time. But today, no matter how much I knocked, there was no response. I didn''t think too much of it and went downstairs to wait for breakfast.


    "But even by the afternoon, he still hadn''te down. So, I decided to open his door. That was when I found him lying on the floor as if he had fallen from the bed. His body was twitching, and he was drenched in cold sweat..."


    The doctor put away his stethoscope.


    "Mr. Ronan''s condition isn''t particrly severe. In fact, I didn''t find anything physically abnormal with him. I can''t determine the exact cause of his unconsciousness, but his body seems fine. It appears to be temporary, and he should wake up soon."


    "I see. Thank you, doctor," Clint said gratefully.


    The doctor nodded and gave Clint a quick nce before leaving, a look that Clint instantly understood.


    There were likely things that could not be said in front of everyone. After calming the group, Clint discreetly made his way to the front of the estate.


    Sure enough, the doctor was waiting for him there.


    Clint got straight to the point. "Doctor, you don''t need to beat about the bush. Just tell me."


    The doctor removed his stethoscope from around his neck.


    "This tool has been passed down from my master and allows me to hear the changes in a person''s true energy. What I sensed inside Mr. Ronan''s body is unlike anything I''ve ever encountered."