Chapter: 398

Sean raised an eyebrow and commented, “Being in love with the one you desire is quite something. I'm on cloud nine when Norah doesn't bother to hide her true self from me. She's treating me differently.

I'm her special one."

Even when Norah was mad at him, Sean couldn't help exclaiming in his heart, "How adorable Norah is even in this state!"

That was what love was. Two people got to know each other, became involved in each other's lives, and eventually started life together.

At Sean's happiness after falling in love, Phillip wished he could experience love. However, that was not to be, as he worked tirelessly year-round. He had no time for anything else.

The image of Susanna flashed through Phillip's mind. He could only meet her when working for Sean.

Sean finally paid attention to Phillip, whose giggle didn't go unnoticed. Sean asked, “Why are you smiling? Do you have someone you like? When are you going to introduce her to me? You're not hiding anything from me, are you?"

Phillip quickly wiped the smile off his face and hastily replied, "It's nothing like that."

Since childhood, Phillip had vowed to be loyal to Sean and support him until the very end. Shaking his head, he brushed aside his thoughts, telling himself that romantic love wasn't a necessary part of his life.

"Are T, K, and J all at Sacredice?" Sean asked.

"Yes. They heard about your arrival in Otland, all expecting you at Sacredice," Phillip replied.

"Let's go then. It's been quite a while since I last saw them."

At Cesland, in the Silver Boulder Private Hospital, Joanna lay on the hospital bed, fiddling with her phone, while Duncan sat on a chair, peeling fruits for Joanna.

Bryson walked in and couldn't help bursting into laughter upon viewing the scene. “Joanna, did you make Mr. Garcia peel fruits for you again? Didn't you have a caregiver?"

Eyes still fixed on her phone screen, Joanna replied, "I've told Mr. Garcia several times not to do that, but he insists on helping. He says he feels awkward sitting down here doing nothing."

Duncan didn't stop peeling the fruits. Instead, he said, "It's really not a big deal."

Joanna made a face at Bryson, teasing him, "Mr. Garcia brushed it off as nothing serious. Bryson, you're such a worrywart."

Towering and absorbed in his task of peeling fruitss, Duncan seemed to be performing a delicate operation.

Unbeknownst to Joanna, Duncan was none other than Cheetah, a renowned figure from a foreign mercenary group, known for his lethal skills.

And here he was, meticulously preparing fruitss for Joanna. What a twist of fate.

"Holy shit!" Suddenly, Joanna gasped in astonishment, capturing the attention of everyone in the ward.

Bryson's expression soured. "Joanna, have you forgotten the decorum expected of someone from a distinguished background?"

Joanna's use of foul language hardly matched the poised elegance typically associated with her status, leaning more toward the uninhibited spirit of someone street-smart.

"You won't believe this! Bryson, take a good look at this!" Joanna, bubbling with excitement, thrust her phone toward Bryson.