"The Young Master seems unfazed, as if he has accepted the worst outcome, but the impact on him is immense. He is proud with a strong sense of self-esteem..."
Scarlett Yates's ears buzzed as if shocked numb by a thunderclap, yet above was blue sky with white clouds, the sun bright, the weather couldn't be more perfect.
Falling from heaven, she finally understood what it felt like.
"George, so the virus in his body can never be fully eliminated, is that right?"
George paused for a moment, his voice heavy: "Yes."
"If he doesn't get timely treatment within a month, he still might face paralysis, right?"
"...Yes."
"I'm sorry, Young Madam, the Young Master wanted me to keep this from you, but..." George's voice was filled with deep apology, along with other emotions Scarlett could not quite grasp.
"There's no need to apologize to me; the only thing you did wrong was waiting until now to tell me."
