Old Mr. Cooper withdrew a key from his pocket and handed it to Joseph.Joseph accepted it and stepped forward, inserting the key into the lock on the box.After inserting the key into the lock, Joseph turned it twice.Click!The wooden box unlocked easily.With both Old Mr. Cooper and Old Mr. Morgan watching intently, Joseph slowly lifted the lid.Inside, wrapped in a piece of brocade, lay a bundle that felt surprisingly heavy in Joseph’s hands. Beneath it was a folded letter. Judging by the weight and care of the wrapping, the items inside were likely the Dragon, Tiger, and Golden Horse Seals.Joseph set the bundle on the table and carefully unwrapped it.As expected, within the brocade lay the three golden seals—each engraved with a different emblem: a dragon, a tiger, and a golden horse.He placed them gently on the table. The carvings, though exquisite, showed signs of wear—the once-sharp edges of the animal motifs had dulled with time and use.After laying out the seals, Joseph p

“So, what was that so-called remarkable thing? Old Morgan, could you stop speaking in riddles? You're killing me with suspense!”Old Mr. Cooper was clearly growing impatient—he had always been the more hot-headed of the two.“Old Mr. Morgan, what exactly did you find out?” Joseph asked as well, his tone serious.“Your master sent all two hundred thousand enemy prisoners... to Siberia to grow potatoes.”Blake Morgan gave a light cough before delivering his revelation.“Tch, I thought you were going to say something earth-shattering. What’s so special about that? Our northern neighbors used to do the same thing, didn’t they?”“Prisoners of war have to suffer—it's the way of things. Besides, Elysia and the Dreadmoor Dominion have been mortal enemies for generations. That petty kingdom has always dreamed of conquest. Whenever they grow stronger, they wage war. The blood debts they owe Elysia are countless.”“So, centuries of conflict—what’s so surprising about that?”Old Mr. Cooper scoffe

After returning to the Cooper family estate, Joseph made his way toward the inner quarters. Upon asking one of the attendants outside, he learned that Old Mr. Cooper had already returned to his hospital room.Without delay, Joseph headed there directly.Inside the room, he found Heidi gently tucking the quilt over Old Mr. Cooper. He stepped in quietly."Joseph, has Blake Morgan left?" Old Mr. Cooper asked upon seeing him."He just did," Joseph replied."Good. As for the person your master mentioned, go and meet him. If you need help, don't hesitate to come to me.""The Cooper family may not have the vast influence of the Morgans, but in Nova City, our voice still carries weight.""I understand. Sir, please focus on your recovery and cooperate with the therapy team. Get some rest—I’ll come visit you again next week."Joseph patted the back of Old Mr. Cooper’s hand gently."Heidi, if anything comes up with the old man, give me a call," he added, glancing at her and miming a phone call.

“I saw them.”Fiona's voice was cold, her tone distant.“Then why didn’t you pick up?”Charles Martin asked, clueless as ever.“Just because I saw them doesn’t mean I have to answer. Since when am I obligated to take your calls?”Fiona’s reply dripped with contempt.After everything that had happened, her disgust toward Charles had reached its peak.“That’s not what I meant…”Charles was stunned. What was with Fiona today? She sounded like she’d swallowed gunpowder.“Charles Martin, I know you’ve taken in my parents. But let me give you a piece of advice—send them back. Send them back to our three-story house.”“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. My parents are not easy people to live with.”Fiona’s words were sharp, her tone unflinching.She knew her parents better than anyone.In this world, probably only Joseph had the patience to tolerate them for so long.And even that realization had only hit her after Joseph left.But even someone as mild-tempered as Joseph had finally had enough—he

"I’m a joke." Fiona’s voice trembled with emotion, her eyes glistening with tears. Faced with Joseph’s words, she was utterly speechless."Life moves forward. I hope you won't stay trapped in the past.""Everyone will eventually have a new life of their own, just like how I’m no longer the same man I once was.""So let the past go, Fiona."Joseph sighed. He truly didn’t know how else to persuade her."But how do I let it go?" Fiona’s voice was laced with pain. "Maybe… if I hadn’t looked down on you back then, everything would’ve turned out differently."Her emotions had been on a rollercoaster lately. So much had happened—it was as if every memory from those years had turned into a sharp blade, stabbing at her heart."Even if we could go back in time, it wouldn’t change anything. Even if you had tried to understand me, I was still the same broken man.""Time reveals who will stand by you through the storms," Joseph said. "And time also shows you who appears when you need them mos