It was night and Mason was wearing a white bathrobe on the second floor of his manor. Sitting on his couch, he had a blanket on his knees as the private doctor massaged him.

She said, warmly, “Dr. Cecil said that you're getting some sensation back to your legs. Your right arm seems to be recovering well too! Looks like the newly formed research team is making strides.”

Did she just mention a newly formed research team?

Mason didn’t seem to recall investing in it.

The private doctor knew she had let it slip, but there was nothing else she could do other than tell him the truth. “Ms. Zoe sponsored it. The first donation was already twenty million dollars, much less the subsequent ones.

“This is how Dr. Cecil put it. If the research team needs to be maintained for five years, then it would probably exhaust Ms. Zoe’s entire wealth and properties.” She continued to massage him and said, “Ms. Zoe is doing everything she can to help you, Mr. Mason. She’s one heck of a lady.”

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