If he followed the instructions in his heart, he would feel better, but he gnashed his teeth and forced himself to stay still.

The pain in his brain was like a raging fire, becoming more and more intense. Before he fainted, he heard someone calling him.

"Sir? Sir? Are you okay?"

Under the inquiry of the waiter, Brendan gradually regained his composure, but his hands were still shaking.

"I'm fine."

Brendan rubbed his pale face and left the cafe.

-

At the mansion…

Ophelia left the gate and walked along the path for a long time until she saw a car. She immediately got into the passenger seat.

A curtain covered the car window, and it was pitch black inside. There was a man sitting in the back seat, holding a cigarette between his fingers and exhaling smoke. One could vaguely see the crimson glow and the sharp jawline.

"How's it going?"

"Brendan has been taking the medicine continuously for half a month now. He skipped a few days in between, but it is not a big deal. I think his