Mr. Dunn Sr was taken aback when Sheila suddenly threw herself into his embrace, sobbing uncontrollably. Still, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her, gently patting her back in comfort. His gaze then drifted to Drake, who stood frozen, eyes glossy as if he, too, was on the brink of tears. Drake had never been one to cry. This made Mr. Dunn Sr even more shocked and confused. Had his son and granddaughter lost their minds? What the hell had happened? “Dad, you’ve been ill for more than five years,” noticing his father's confusion, Drake said, stepping forward. His voice trembled with emotion, yet was full of relief. “We did everything we could to help you get better—and now, you finally are.” Mr. Dunn Sr’s eyes widened in disbelief. Sick? For more than five years? Why couldn’t he remember anything? Not even when the illness started. But as he sat there, he could feel it—his body had definitely endured a lot. His gaze dropped to Sheila, his most beloved grand

The medical sage's face darkened. First, it was Hannibal, and now this kid still wet behind his ears? He was the renowned Medical sage—his presence alone was rare. The Dunns hadn't even had the means to invite him; he came only because of his friendship with Nigel. What gave these brats the guts to keep insulting him?He turned sharply toward Robin, his gaze piercing. “Kid, I’ll admit you’ve got some talent. But you're still just a budding sprout—nowhere near the level to challenge me!”Robin let out a wry smile at the medical sage's outburst. He couldn't understand why people like them always thought that someone having a opinion different to theirs was a challenge to their authority.With a slight shake of his head, he replied calmly, “You are the renowned Medical sage, sir. I wouldn’t dream of challenging your authority. But I also can’t stand by and let a decision be made that would make things worse."The room went dead silent for a beat, everyone staring at Robin like he’d grown

Everyone turned to the source of the scream. One glance and a wave of dread swept over them. They froze, their eyes widening and their jaws slackening.Mr. Dunn Sr.'s body was convulsing violently. And with a speed visible to the physical eyes, his veins were darkening and swelling up, spreading like ink under his skin. But it didn’t end there.A biting, unnatural cold radiated from him. It was like standing beside a human block of ice. Frost began to form along his arms. His breathing grew shallow—ragged and spaced apart—as if each inhale took every ounce of strength he had left. Thin trails of vapor escaped his nostrils with each breath.Smoke.His body was so cold it was producing visible smoke!Everyone exchanged horrified glances and instinctively glanced at the wall clock.Three minutes had passed.Their faces paled.Wasn't this just as Robin said?"What's happening now?" Drake asked, his fists clenched at his sides anxiously."There’s no need to panic,” the medical sage said

Marcus held his aching cheek, stunned and baffled as he watched Sheila disappear through the doors. His mind reeled. What was it about Robin? He was nothing more than a nobody, a complete loser, why did these influential women think otherwise?! Why did they see him so differently? He couldn't understand it! What charm was Robin using to deceive them? First it was Katherine, and now Sheila! Two powerful women! A bitter glint flickered in his eyes—he couldn’t stand it. That envy ate at him like acid. Right beside him, Sebastian looked even worse. His whole face was flushed with rage, and his eyes gleamed with an unmistakable killing intent. Robin couldn't be let to continue to live! Once this was over, he would make sure he was erased for good! Outside, Sheila didn’t need to search far. Just as she stepped beyond the courtyard, her eyes landed on a familiar figure leaning against a tree—Robin. He hadn’t left.Even though the herb had already been used and he had every reaso

The noise was strange, like something squirming—or fighting—inside him. Sweat began pouring from his body. Not drops—streams. The beads were thick and fast, like he was drenched in minutes.The rumbling continued, rising and falling. It lasted for nearly two minutes.Then—Silence.Complete and total.Robin stopped whistling and calmly wiped the light sheen of sweat from his brow. The mother worm had been unusually tenacious—likely due to the strength of the sorcerer who had planted it. But no matter how powerful, it had faced against Robin, so it was bound to be defeated.And dead it was, scattered into tiny fragments that Mr. Dunn Sr. would expel naturally in the coming days.With a simple wave, the golden needles zipped out of the old man’s body and returned swiftly to Robin’s hand. He placed them carefully back into their case before facing Drake. "Your father’s fine now,” he said coolly. “But I’ll return in three days for a follow-up.”He paused, letting the air settle before