LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

The old man outside was none other than Badfella Stannard.

He was already in his seventies, but he looked quite young.

He was a member of the Lord House.

His nickname was Lord of Herbs!

He had come to Dirtmouth City Hospital, as he had said himself, to deliver herbal medicine to Jun Chester.

Behind him, some men in suits followed, carrying several boxes.

These boxes were filled with the most expensive herbs in the world, which were, in fact, so rare that you couldn’t buy them even if you had the money.

Jun Chester had already come out of his office at the sound of Badfella Stannard’s voice.

Naturally, Mildred Clayborne followed him out.

The moment she saw Badfella Stannard, her jaw dropped in disbelief.

It was completely unbelievable.

The strange old man from Goodherbs, Badfella Stannard, had actually come in person to deliver herbs to Jun Chester!

This…

And the next moment, Badfella Stannard’s actions left Mildred Clayborne dumbfounded.

Upon seeing Jun Chester, Badfella Stannard changed his smile to a solemn expression and knelt on one knee:

“Lord Chester!”

At this critical moment, Jun Chester had no mood to talk more with Badfella Stannard.

He raised his hand to signal him to get up.

Then, Jun Chester walked leisurely towards the boxes, opened them, and found all the Chinese herbal medicine he needed inside.

Jun Chester pointed to the ward where Lyvia was and spoke softly.

“Move them all to that room.”

Badfella Stannard immediately agreed with a bow.

However, just as the herbs were being moved into the ward, Jun Chester closed the door without saying a word.

Badfella Stannard hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, and muttered to himself: “Lord Chester is still as cold as he was seven years ago!”

As for Mildred Clayborne, she was still standing there, looking dazed at what was happening.

The more she thought about it, the more mysterious Jun Chester seemed. How many secrets did he have?

Inside the ward, Jun Chester had already begun to distribute the herbs.

After preparing the medicine, he went to Lyvia’s side as she lay in bed. Seeing her face wrapped in gauze, Jun Chester’s heart ached.

Lyvia’s anesthetic was wearing off, but she had already woken up.

As she looked at Jun Chester, tears streamed down her face, and she asked softly, “Dion, how is Dion?”

Jun Chester spoke with heartache, “Dion is fine, I’m going to heal you now.”

Lyvia burst into tears.

Although she hadn’t looked in a mirror yet, she knew.

Her face was ruined.

And it was hopeless.

She didn’t dare to recall what had happened during the day, especially the scene where David Chester slashed her face with a knife.

It was a nightmare!

She didn’t dare to imagine what she would have to face next.

But one thing she knew for sure.

From now on, all the people in Dirtmouth would laugh at Jun Chester because of her ugliness.

She couldn’t bear it.

So all she could say was, “Jun, let’s… break up.”

She looked at Jun Chester as tears the size of beans rolled down her cheeks and soaked the gauze.

Jun Chester’s heartstrings shook intensely.

He hugged Lyvia tightly in his arms and promised softly.

“Lyvia, no matter what you become, I will never leave you. For a lifetime, I will never regret it!”

Lyvia clenched her teeth, trying her best not to let her body tremble, but she couldn’t control it.

It was as if, at this moment, the knot in her heart had finally been melted by Jun Chester’s tenderness.

Lyvia didn’t speak anymore, but secretly vowed in her heart.

From now on, no matter what happened, she would stand by Jun Chester’s side.

Even if she knew she wasn’t good enough for him.

She had to catch up to him.

One day, she would protect him as he protected her.

Jun Chester gently wiped away Lyvia’s tears, his gentleness like water.

“Lyvia, next, I need to remove the gauze from your face and apply the ointment I’ve prepared. I promise, within a week, your face will be restored!”

Although Lyvia knew of his identity seven years ago, she knew nothing about the current Jun Chester.

When she heard Jun Chester’s promise, she was somewhat skeptical.

She asked weakly, “Really?”

Jun Chester replied solemnly, “As we agreed, in ten years, I’ll officially marry you. Of course, I won’t lie to you.”

Only then did Lyvia relax, allowingJun Chester to remove the gauze and apply the ointment.

As for…

Regaining her appearance?

Lyvia didn’t hold out much hope.

But regardless, she chose to trust Jun Chester.

Even if her face never recovered in the end…

And she became a monster, what then?

As long as he was willing to stay with her, she would be willing to do anything, even if it meant enduring the coldest mockery in the world.

In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.

This week was the happiest week in Lyvia’s life.

Although she had been apart from Jun Chester for seven years, during this week, it seemed as if they had returned to their initial days together.

Jun Chester took care of her meticulously.

He would stay by her side every day. When she was awake, he would talk to her, and when she was tired, he would coax her to sleep.

Every time she woke up, she would see his gentle face.

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The world’s top circles were shrouded in a lingering haze of slaughter.

Up to this day, thirty-seven people had been killed.

Without exception, they were all powerful tycoons and nobles who had made a name for themselves in the world.

In addition to these people, there were some other top-ranking dignitaries…

No matter where they hid, it seemed that death was inevitable!

A week had passed.

The fear of death continued to spread in every corner of the world’s top circles.

There was no sign of the killing stopping!

The whole world trembled in fear!

In every country, people went crazy every day over news of another tycoon or noble dying unexpectedly!

Without exception, after these people died, either ironclad evidence of their opposition to Lordran was found in their homes, or lost national treasures of Lordran were discovered!

As a result, the entire world’s accusations were directed at Lordran!

For a time, Lordran found itself at the center of a storm!

Even Lordran’s Supreme Lord could not withstand the pressure of public opinion and had to personally come to Dirtmouth to find Jun Chester.

The elderly man’s face was grave, but he only asked Jun Chester one question.

“Is it enough?”

Jun Chester only replied with one sentence.

“I am making soup for my wife. As for this matter, we can wait until the martial arts tournament takes place before discussing it.”

The elderly man sighed heavily.

“Jun, if you keep doing this, something big will happen. It’s better to seek harmony in all things! And besides, they’ve already returned what they took!”

Jun Chester took a sip of the soup, tasted it, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

“Please pass me the salt. My wife likes it a bit saltier.”