The third floor was the dwelling of Frances, the eldest son of the Boswell family, and it was off-limits to everyone else. Ever since Morgan got sick, no one was allowed anywhere near the third floor. Because of a car accident, Morgan’s favorite son had to spend his days bedridden. Behind the accident, there was an even bigger power struggle. Sadly, the culprit of the accident was never found. After the accident, a drunk driver came forward and confessed. So, Frances, who was once high-spirited, hit rock bottom from the pinnacle of his life.

Wilton walked into the last room on the third floor. John was sitting in a chair outside, and when he saw Wilton, he stood up and said, “Sir.”

Wilton nodded at John, “I’m going to see my brother.”

He walked into the sickroom, the air filled with the smell of disinfectant. The room had a big bed and some simple high-end furniture, along with an oxygen machine and various medical equipment.

The person lying in the bed looked exactly like him.

The man’s hair was a shade lighter than his, as if it was the result of not seeing the sun for years.

the bed opened his eyes and smiled,

walked over and said, “You’re

woke up. My head’s a bit sore.” Frances

prepared to call the doctor, the man in bed said, “I’m fine, I’ve

year. The results from two months ago were very good, and the doctor said you’re recovering well.”

his head, “You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I know my condition.”

fell silent for a

“Next week, you’re planning on registering for marriage

this, Wilton was taken aback, “Yes.”

like

before he could say anything, the man said, “Can you do me a favor? I don’t

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