2023-05-29 15:41:26"From the expression you're giving, it seems you're quite interested in my request. Maybe you don't want to accept money, but I will give you something that you truly need if you succeed in healing me."
Andrew pondered for a moment. He then saw this as a good opportunity to fix his chaotic life.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Your offer sounds quite intriguing."
"Then, I guess we've reached an agreement. So, how about it? Do you want to do it now?"
"Before that, I want to know, how do you know that I can save you?" Andrew asked.
"I didn't have a heart attack, Andrew. And I know you understand that. It was only you who could suddenly replenish the oxygen that vanished yesterday. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have called you here."
Andrew nodded, then said, "Yes, I didn't perform CPR as others would have wanted. I just tried to 'revive' your fading pulse."
"And I hope this time you truly revive it, so it will never die again."
"I'm saving you, Sir, not making you immortal."
Andrew then got up from his chair and approached William. He placed his hand on William's chest and discovered that William's remaining lifespan was approximately three weeks. Andrew withdrew his hand and said, "This is worse than when I helped you yesterday. Three weeks is all that's left."
"Sad," William replied.
Andrew then placed his hand back on William's chest. He closed his eyes, focusing on healing William. A light emerged from between his fingers and entered William's chest.
The old man jerked and felt something cold and creeping flowing through his body, reaching up to his head.
"Well," Andrew withdrew his hand and smiled at William. "I think I can indeed heal you, Sir. But before that, I need to find out the appropriate treatment that I can use with my abilities."
William looked at his hand and then pointed to Andrew. "If you notice, since yesterday, my fingernails were pitch black. It was really frustrating, I wasn't ready to die. There are still many things I want to do in this world. And look now, my fingernails have returned to normal. Even my chest feels much lighter to breathe compared to earlier. Thank you, Andrew."
"My pleasure. But it's too soon for you to thank me. I just detected your illness and provided a little relief to prevent it from becoming aggressive. The journey is still long, but rest assured, I will try to heal you."
"Alright, then I want you and your sister to stay here during the healing process. You don't need to worry about money. Once it's done, I will give you a sum of money calculated from today until the day you leave," William said.
"Also, don't forget about what I need. I may not know what I want right now, but when I return from your house and demand my payment, I hope you can provide it."
"Yes, don't worry, Andrew. I'll do whatever it takes to attain healing. You don't need to worry about that. You're with William, the only thing I can't do is remove this illness from my body. If only I could, I would undoubtedly be the most perfect person ever born in New York," William remarked with a chuckle.
"I think one of the causes of this illness is your arrogance. But, I'm still impressed by your ability to find me. It can be said that I have quite a confidence in your greatness."
"Well, Andrew, save your admiration for now. It's better for you to rest and take your sister to the room. I will have my staff prepare another room. I also want to rest. A sunny day like today should be used for a short nap. I've prepared everything you need in the room, from clothes and much more. Just call the servants through the phone and they will provide whatever you want. Also, later in the evening, I want to take you both to have dinner at my friend's restaurant."
Andrew nodded. "That sounds like an interesting plan. Alright, excuse me, Sir. I’ll go to meet my sister and then go to my room."
As Andrew walked out, William pressed a small button near the leg of his chair. He took another puff from the remaining cigar and smiled widely as he watched Andrew walking farther away.
"Ah, I didn't expect this long journey to yield results. I just need to find out about the disease that has taken hold of his body. But where do I get information about it? I truly have no clue about the extent of my own power," Andrew lamented. "I hope Grandma can give me some guidance. Detecting his illness and granting me a little power like earlier doesn't mean I can easily cure him.”
**
Shortly after, the black-suited man who had brought Andrew earlier appeared before William. He bowed his body, showing respect to the middle-aged man.
"How is it? Are they in their respective rooms?" William asked.
"Yes, Sir. Miss Erica is on the second floor, while Mr. Andrew is on the fourth floor, in the room you prepared for him. If we follow the plan, everything should go smoothly. The book has been placed where Mr. Andrew can reach it," the man replied.
"Great, this will definitely be a success. I can't wait to be free from this illness and live without burdens. Make sure nothing they want is overlooked, it's your task to monitor Andrew," William instructed.
"Yes, Sir. By the way, will you inform Mr. Andrew soon about his identity as the Young Master of this family?" the man asked.
William smirked, blowing smoke from his mouth and nose. He shook his head and said, "Not now. "
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