Jon’s expression remained unchanged as he answered, “It’s Dr. Zabe.”

At once, Joel got ready to instruct his subordinates to invite him over.

However, Jon stopped him. He said, “He’s already very old, and has even become somewhat absent-minded and bedridden. But I’ve heard that he took in a student who inherited all of his skills. Unfortunately, this person is very mysterious. No one knows where they are.”

Joel frowned. His gaze fell on Ian who was lying on the bed.

Jon contemplated for a while before he spoke again. He said, “I can keep Mr. Smith alive, but you’ll have to either let him rekindle his will to live or find Dr. Zabe’s student.”

Joel nodded, a bit of a sharp look appearing in his flirtatious eyes. “In that case, please help my uncle regain consciousness as soon as possible, Mr. Myers.”

“Okay.”

Jon took out a silver needle and pierced it into several important points on Ian. Then, he took out a pill, crushed it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After some work, Ian’s heartbeat became steady again.

Jon wiped the sweat off his brows and said to Joel, “Mr. Smith should be able to wake up tomorrow. I’ll have Tina personally come over to check on him every day and do our best to keep him alive until you find Dr. Zabe’s successor.”

A smile formed on Joel’s countenance once more. “Okay, I’ll get the butler to send you out.”

After the two of them left, a feminine and delicate voice suddenly rang out. “Joel, he’s obviously capable of curing Dad, yet he keeps going on and on here with you instead. Also, Dr. Zabe? He sure says a lot of nonsense.”

Joel smiled upon hearing this.

He turned around to see an attractive figure walk in—it was Ian’s adopted daughter, Yvonne Smith.

Ian never married in his whole life, choosing to only adopt a daughter. All the other children born into the Smiths were boys, so they doted on their one and only younger sister very much.

Joel said, “As long as he can cure Uncle Ian’s illness, what’s the big deal about helping him boost his reputation?”

Yvonne stuck out her tongue and cast her eyes down.

she was the princess of the Smiths in New York, but

and was gentle and generous, but Yvonne always felt like there was a thin wall between

the entrance of the Smiths’

car to go from the villa where Ian

only when she saw that they were on the main road that Tina finally

Jon nervously. “Sir, Ian Smith is already on his deathbed. Even he himself doesn’t want to live

had no external or internal injuries. From a modern medicine perspective, there

internal organs

hand—half a pill was resting on his palm. He said, “Go over every day to check his health. Give him a couple of jabs on unimportant points of his body first, and then have him consume this pill. This

exclaimed, “Sir, that pill

sigh and answered, “It’s the Carefree

widened. “That pill is worth

skin at his eyelids was loose and saggy. He instructed, “Have someone secretly buy them from Harmonia

understood what Jon

allowed Jon to

 

one capable of curing Ian, yet Jon had successfully kept him alive. This was undoubtedly something glorious to tell

seriously, “Don’t worry, Sir. I’ll make sure

and the moon was already

From a distance, it was

a quiet little area amid the hustle and bustle of the city. The small villa’s market

Melissa brought Nora into

Mrs. Anderson’s eyes had already gone down and she had completely regained her vision. She looked at Nora kindly and asked, “Nora, Cherry must be five by now, right? It’s not appropriate to just let her stay at

thought about this a

stay, but now that her son was here, it was likely that she

nodded and asked, “Which is the best kindergarten

a super high IQ, so she wasn’t quite the same as other children. She was impatient and, apart from when she played games, she couldn’t sit still at all,

games—so that she could practice how to focus. However, in truth, the amount of game time she

manpower resources, so that there would be the most professional teachers

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