When his train of thought ended there, the heaviness in his heart dissipated.

These were the very paths she once walked when she was at the Wright residence, and now he was simply retracing them all.

With everything paid off and no debts remaining, could everything go back to square one?

Contemplating these thoughts, he clenched his fists, forced himself to stay conscious, and assumed a proper posture.

In the torrential rain late at night, Maverick had been on his knees for two hours in the garden while Gwendolyn stood by the windowsill, watching for the same duration.

Since the incident with Gwendolyn and the traditional medicine, the bodyguards had established a rule of taking turns to stand guard during the late hours of the night.

That night, Elven was on duty. He concealed himself in the shadows, also observing the person in the garden.

Despite being injected with a special drug that weakened one’s constitution, Maverick remained on his knees, displaying unwavering determination from the beginning. His body started swaying as time passed, but his back remained straight.

Elven somewhat admired him for that.

Even though he was kneeling, an inherent nobility within him forbade anyone from underestimating him.

Elven couldn’t bear the thought of witnessing his proud spirit shattered.

With these thoughts in mind, amidst his struggle, he quietly entered the villa and knocked on Gwendolyn’s door.

“Come in.”

Elven walked in and stood not far behind Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn didn’t turn around, and her gaze remained locked on the man kneeling in the garden. Her expression was devoid of emotion as she asked, “What’s the matter?”

Elven swallowed hard and replied, “Ms. Shalders, it seems Mr. Wright’s physical condition may not withstand the kneeling…”

Gwendolyn sneered, “So what? It’s not like I forced him to kneel this time. He deceived me under the pretense of repaying his debt, so let him put on a show.”

“Ms. Shalders…”

“Get out.”

Gwendolyn abruptly shut the curtains and went to the bathroom to prepare for bed.

With a sigh, Elven had to retreat and return to his post.

The rain continued to pour throughout the night until it gradually subsided in the early morning hours.

Maverick had lost track of how long he had been kneeling. His knees down to his shins had gone numb, and his entire body felt stiff, devoid of warmth.

Though the rain had ceased, the wind lashed against his face, causing a stinging pain akin to being cut by knives.

When Elven emerged, he was surprised to see that Maverick was still persevering, determined to endure.

it’s time. Please get

Was that enough?

lips involuntarily twitched. Did his endurance mean that this matter could finally be put behind

that had kept him

“Mr. Wright? Hey!”

burning hot. Even though he

rain all night, Maverick must have developed a

to his room and went upstairs to

was combing her hair in front of her

expressionless.

“Yes.”

they prescribed fever-reducing medication

later, sensing his imminent awakening, Gwendolyn descended to the second floor and entered

bodyguard to bring a chair, she settled beside Maverick’s bed. Her expression was devoid of emotion, and her gaze was deep and

as he turned his head, he caught sight of a

have you

held Gwendolyn’s hand,

his hand away, but her eyes showed her intense feelings of disdain. “I’ll ask you one last time—where did you leave that

her words, Maverick gradually

side and closing his eyes in

had already

conversation. I will ensure you pay the price since you’ve sent that person away. It’s

called out,

two entered

her lips and ordered, “Send him to prison, and make sure he is well taken care

immediately stepped forward, pleading

Mr. Wright’s current condition, he won’t last more than three days

him and said, “Fine, then you can

Everyone remained silent.

he reluctantly joined William in dragging

“Mr. Wright? Hey!”

Even though he hod fointed,

the roin oll night, Moverick must hove developed o high

to his room ond went upstoirs to

just woken up ond wos combing

combing movement momentorily, but her foce remoined expressionless. She continued combing her hoir

“Yes.”

fever-reducing medicotion ond odministered on ontipyretic

his imminent owokening, Gwendolyn descended to the second floor ond entered

choir, she settled beside Moverick’s bed. Her expression wos devoid of emotion, ond

up in o doze, his vision still blurry. However, os he turned his heod, he cought sight of o fomilior figure by his bedside ond instinctively

hove you forgiven

fever hod not completely subsided, ond os he held Gwendolyn’s hond, he could feel the

did not fling his hond owoy, but her eyes showed her intense feelings of disdoin.

her words, Moverick groduolly

other side ond closing his eyes in feigned slumber—o

olreody been

to speok, there’s no need for further pointless conversotion. I will ensure you poy the

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