e quiet study, there was only the sound of the paper rustling as it turned. 。"Is everything we can investigate in there" He put down the file, his handsome face half hidden in shadow. A floor lamp ca...When he first heard that Old Master Shen had suffered a stroke and fainted, did Shen Xiujin have any doubts

There was also a moment of doubt, naturally.

But when I thought about Old Master Shen having a history of illness, and the time he had a brain hemorrhage and fell into a coma, it all made sense.

"Go faster."

The man in the back seat urged them on.

Shen Er's forehead was covered in sweat, his whole mind focused on driving.

A screech of brakes.

"Boss, we're here."

As soon as Shen finished speaking, the man in the back seat of the car got out.

Mr. Shen's old butler sent a message. Shen Xiujin glanced at it, his feet moved with the wind, he changed direction, and hurried towards the emergency room.

"Master, you're finally here." A large crowd of people were waiting at the entrance to the emergency room.

Shen Xiujin slanted his eyes and scanned the room, his gaze landing on the old housekeeper of the Shen family ancestral home: "How is Grandfather"

This old steward, like the Xia steward, had been serving the Shen family for generations. The reason why he was chosen to be the manager of the old Shen residence and the Xia family was placed with Shen Xiujin remains unknown.

"Still being treated." As he said this, worry shone in his eyes. When he lowered his head, that worry transformed into thought... The old master's condition was something only he, as the old master's closest confidant and the manager of a large household, truly understood.

Why would the old man do this The old butler, of course, understood.

Before he "fell into a coma", the old man instructed him to observe the young master's expressions and attitude first without making a sound if the young master came.

……

The situation at the hospital was quite different from the scene at the Shen Family Manor where Shen Xiujin resided.

A stealthy figure walked out of the wrought iron gate of Shen's manor, then wandered to the side. The road was lined with trees, and in the blink of an eye, the figure had vanished from the path.

Behind a tree.

The silver-haired, thin old man reached out to a stranger: "Where's the thing"

He wasn't looking well and didn't seem to be in a good mood.

The newcomer's heart was a little unsettled. "The old master has instructed, he has prepared everything for you, don't reveal yourself any further, and...don't act rashly, your movements are too obvious, it will arouse suspicion. Next step, wait for the old master's instructions."

He hinted subtly, only that this "suspicious" person was who they both knew.

The silver-haired old man's eyelids twitched, he glanced at the brown file bag handed to him for a while, then suddenly snatched it over and said angrily:

"Tell the old master, I'll get it done efficiently and cleanly."

Taking something, hiding it under his big windbreaker, the old man turned and walked into the wrought iron gate.

He had one thing he hadn't reported to Mr. Shen—today was his last day at the Shen family estate!

The old man's face was deeply wrinkled, like aged wood, lacking any warmth. His cloudy eyes flashed with a cold light... Today was the last day he could stay in this place!

To be precise, the time he has left here is just what remains before Master's return!

As for the grandfather's warning...

He didn't go out the front door, but went to the basement first and made a phone call: "The old man has given a new instruction, release information about those people immediately. It's also time for your good daughter to see them."

After saying that, he ended the call impassively, a cruel smile playing at the corner of his lips.

Avoiding all sight and sound, he quietly climbed the stairs. He took out a key that he had secretly made when he was still the head housekeeper of this very manor and unlocked the study door. Then he crept inside.

At a glance, his eyes fell on the brown file bag on the desk.t get angry. He looked at the old man playing chess, as if weighing his words."Suit yourself." After a moment, the man said nonchalantly, his gaze falling on the elder with an unreadable indifference:...