‘Could it be James?’

The thought crossed his mind.

Seconds later, he denied the possibility. James was crippled and had no authority. He could not have accomplished it. Additionally, the influential officials in the Capital all want him dead and would never be willing to help me.

There was no reason for James to help Blake either.

“Continue to investigate and get to the bottom of it. Also, send out a wanted order for Blake. We must recapture him.”

“Understood!” The generals nodded.

…

Today, the sun shined brightly.

James got out of bed, had something to eat, and requested Quincy to push him outside so that he could bask in the sun.

“Where to now, James?”

Pushing James’ wheelchair on the streets, Quincy could not help asking.

She had been pushing him around for two hours. Never had she served another person like this before in her whole life.

Her feet were already sore.

“Let’s go walk around the Emperor’s Mansion.”

James was ecstatic.

He had rescued his life-saving straw