2023-05-29 15:41:06"Mr. Andrew, I apologize, but we will soon arrive at Mr. William's residence."
The voice of the black-suited man who picked them up woke Andrew and Erica. They had fallen asleep after traveling for nearly an hour and a half.
"Where are we going, Andrew?" Erica asked.
"Shh, just be quiet. I don't know either, but one thing's for sure, you don't need to worry because I will always protect you."
Andrew chose to remain silent and not ask many questions to the black-suited man who was taking him. One thing he knew was that they were clearly far from the city center. In fact, they were surrounded by dense forests, and the quiet roads led Andrew to speculate that they were heading eastward.
"Look at that!" Erica nudged Andrew and pointed to the window beside her.
A magnificent mansion with towering black gates appeared among the trees. Andrew was quite amazed by the sight. Their car followed the road leading to the mansion.
Shortly after, the car came to a complete stop in front of the gate they had seen earlier. Andrew's heart raced, and a thousand questions popped into his mind.
"What do they want from me? Is there something that has made them angry? Whatever it is, I hope the power left by Grandma can help me."
The black-suited man got out of the car, but not long after, he reentered and the car continued to move.
The road leading to this house was previously just ordinary dirt, as it was located within the outskirts of the forest. However, when the gate opened, a smooth asphalt stretched all the way to the front of the classical-style mansion.
"We have arrived, Mr. Andrew, let's get out."
The black-suited man then stepped out and opened the door for Erica and Andrew. The siblings were in awe as their eyes perfectly captured the entire house in front of them.
"Come, Mr. Andrew, Mr. William is waiting inside."
They followed the steps of the black-suited man, walking through the undoubtedly more luxurious and classy interior of the house.
No words could express the grandeur of this white-colored building. Erica could only gape while occasionally swallowing her saliva.
"Miss Erica, as this meeting will be very private, you may wait in the living room. Rudolf will escort you."
The black-suited man pointed to a middle-aged man who appeared to bow his head to Erica.
Andrew nodded as a signal for Erica to quickly follow the middle-aged man named Rudolf. The two siblings parted ways, with Erica heading towards the corridor on the left side, while Andrew entered the elevator located not far from the grand staircase.
The elevator stopped on the third floor. When the elevator doors opened, they were immediately faced with a room with a door made of black wood carved with a tiger's face. The black-suited man opened the door and gestured for Andrew to enter.
"Please, Mr. Andrew."
The door closed as soon as Andrew was inside the room. The room appeared empty, with only abstract paintings hanging on the walls, and a luxurious carpet stretching towards a dimly lit small corridor.
"It seems I should go down that corridor," Andrew murmured.
He gathered his courage and took a step forward. Upon reaching the small corridor, Andrew heard the voice of a man pleading for forgiveness.
Andrew followed the source of the voice, which led him to a room on the right side of the corridor. As he peeked in, he saw Mr. William, who was none other than the old man, raising his head towards Andrew and gesturing for him to enter.
Andrew felt a sense of panic as the crying man appeared to be bowing before William.
"This is not good. Am I going to end up like him?" Andrew muttered.
His hesitation forced Andrew to cup his hands and intended to wait outside. However, William slammed the table and said, "Andrew, wait here!"
Andrew was startled by the echoing voice of William throughout the room. He reluctantly approached the chair pointed out by William.
"You, leave now. My time to hear your reasons has run out. Don't let yourself crumble in front of others, that's something you wouldn't want, right?" William said to the crying man.
Andrew swallowed his saliva. William truly appeared firm and terrifying, far from being a pitiful old man. The crying man prostrated himself before William. William, who stood beside Andrew, patted his shoulder with a wide smile.
"Thank you, Mr. William, for forgiving me."
The man repeatedly kissed William's feet. However, what happened next was unexpected. William kicked the man, causing blood to trickle from his nose.
"Who said I forgave you? I said, get out!"
The man finally ran away in a hurry. William took a deep breath while looking at Andrew. "That's life, Andrew. Don't mind him, he's just a foolish man who broke the rules. By the way, how was your journey here? Enjoyable?"
"To be honest, my sister and I fell asleep. Your car was comfortable enough to make us sleepy."
"Ah, you came with your sister? I would like to meet her after this," William said kindly.
"Yeah, she's on the first floor. By the way, Sir, how can I assist you? Surely you called me here for a reason, right?"
William smiled and sat on the table in front of Andrew. He nodded his head and said, "Of course, I didn't bring you to my mansion just for small talk. I want you to help me, I want you to heal me, Andrew."
"Heal you?" Andrew expressed skepticism about William's request, considering that he had just kicked someone, indicating that he was perfectly healthy. No sick person could kick that hard.
"Yes, like you did when I suddenly collapsed yesterday. I'm dying, Andrew. I want you to save my life. I may look very well and seemingly healthy, but that's not true. I can't hold on much longer, my time is running out..."
Andrew furrowed his brow, looking puzzled. Although he understood that he could do something with his powers, William's request made him worried about his abilities being discovered by William.
"Well, I'm still quite confused. But why do you have to ask for help from me? Don't people like you have personal doctors who have advanced tools to cure any illness?"
William stood up and changed his position to the chair behind the desk. He put his feet up on the table and lit a cigar. He seemed to savor the smoke as he inhaled and then said, "If a doctor could heal me, I wouldn't be lying on the street and being helped by an ordinary young man like you, Andrew. You know what I mean..."
Andrew smiled knowingly. The choice of words by William intrigued him, and he was interested in following what William wanted now.
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Season 3-Chp 103
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