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"Young Master." Secretary Jorell entered Felix's hospital room with slow, hesitant steps. His face, which was trying to be as casual as possible, looked very stiff, making it unsightly. Felix, who was staring at him, even frowned faintly. "How are you?"

Felix, who was still looking at him intently, nodded slowly. "As you can see."

Secretary Jorell also nodded and smacked his lips, suddenly feeling awkward because he didn't know what to say.

"Sit down!" ordered Felix with a deepening frown. He didn't usually behave like this. Was there something wrong?

Suddenly, Felix thought of his father. He had a bad feeling, and he straightened up with a strained look.

However, before Felix could ask a question, Secretary Jorell was already ahead of him. "How is the case progressing?"

Felix's face changed drastically. His gaze went blank again as the memory of the previous incident entered his head. "It's awaiting trial."

"So, is it over?" Secretary Jorell unconsciously became so enthusiastic that