The black Earl boarded.
Brandon Piers had a thin blanket over his legs and a suit draped over his shoulders. The car's air conditioner was on, and his face was deathly pale, like a vampire appearing in daylight.
Kelvin Max drove the car, and Pullan was slumped in the passenger seat.
A private doctor sat next to Brandon, ready to serve this capricious master at any time.
Several cars quietly followed behind the black Earl.
Brandon tossed his phone aside, which kept transmitting Elder Piers' roars, scolding him for being reckless.
After the elder finished scolding, Brandon picked up the phone. "Grandpa, you're really in good health."
His tone even carried a hint of envy.
Elder Piers' hand froze, and his heart suddenly softened. He hung up the phone angrily.
