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As Elliot said so, he immediately lifted the covers, ready to get out of bed.

Howard quickly stopped him, scolding, “Stop messing around! If you leave at this critical moment, how will you explain things to Romello and Peter the day after tomorrow?”

Elliot, supported by Howard, sat back down.

Howard, choosing to appease him temporarily, tried to conceal the truth, adding, “Nothing is wrong

on Nana’s side. Corey has already traced her whereabouts, and Nathaniel has not mistreated her. She’s currently safe.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Why would I lie to you?” Howard hid the uneasiness in his eyes, silently relieved that Elliot could not see his expression.

Elliot continued to ask, “But Nathaniel has always wanted to marry Nana. How is it possible for him not to take any action?”

“Well…” Just as Howard struggled to answer him, Noah knocked on the door and entered.

Howard immediately stood up to greet him, “Noah, how is it going?”

“Everything looks normal. We can remove the stitches and take a look.” Noah said as he walked to the window, pulling open the curtains.

Howard returned to the bedside, but Elliot raised his hand to refuse.

“I’ll do it myself.”

He reached behind his head, unraveling the bandages in circles.

Noah stood at the foot of the bed, reminding him, “Take off the last two rounds slowly and don’t open your eyes too quickly. Gradually adapt to the light.”

Elliot complied, and after removing the bandages, he blinked his long lashes.

Looking down at his hands, his vision seemed shrouded in a black mist, faintly distinguishing the edges of his hands.

Compared to the pitch–dark sight he had experienced for some time, there was already some improvement.

Howard approached eagerly and waved his hand in front of Elliot’s eyes.

“Can you see?”

“Not clearly, but I can slightly distinguish the direction,” Elliot replied truthfully.

“Now, look at me. Can you see my face? Can you see what expression I’m making?” Howard bent

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down, bringing his face close to Elliot.

After staring at Howard for a while, Elliot shook his head.

Howard sighed, turning to look at Noah.

“Noah, what should we do? He has to hold a meeting the day after tomorrow to explain to Homello and Peter, yet he still can’t see clearly. Those people are very shrewd. They’ll surely notice”

Noah remained expressionless as he filled out Elliot’s observation form, saying, “What’s the rush/ We still have tomorrow.”

After completing the paperwork, he took out a prescription pad, casually telling Howard, “A nurse will deliver the medication later. Make sure to watch him take It.”

Howard nodded.

Noah tore off a page from the prescription pad, then turned and left. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Elliot called after him, “Noah, there’s one more thing. I need a favor from you.”

Laubabwe.

The banquet hall was lively.

When Lionel sneaked out of Nathaniel’s lounge, he took advantage of the opportunity to grab an expensive suit. By the time he strolled through the palace corridor again, he had shed the ugly appearance from earlier, reverting to his charming and handsome self.

Passing palace servants noticed his attire and greeted him, giving way.

Following the route he took during his previous visit to the palace, Lionel found Alzer Palace.

In contrast to the lively main banquet hall, this area was quiet. There were few people passing by, and the lighting was dim.

As he observed Alzer Palace, two guards emerged from the shadows.

“Who is it?”

Upon seeing Lionel’s attire, they immediately adopted a respectful attitude and said, “Sir, you must be lost. The banquet hall is over there. This is Mr. Charles’s private residence.”