Inside the mansion, Old Mrs. Pierson's laughter rang out.
"Old Madam, please don't laugh too much," the doctor said, a hint of panic in his voice. "Your heart rate…"
"Hahaha!" Old Mrs. Pierson ignored the doctor as she clapped happily. "Very well, very well! Those two are young — they married young. Therefore, they're still in the honeymoon phase. Let them be!"
Butler Hubert nodded proudly. "Old Madam, I've already instructed everyone not to approach where the young master and the young madam are. They won't be disturbed."
"Hahaha! Very good, Hubert! You've truly redeemed yourself this time!" Old Mrs. Pierson said, pleased, while the doctor watched her quietly and nervously.
Old Mrs. Pierson, already in her eighties, had recently fallen ill so often that she couldn't move around much. She frequently complained about her body breaking down. But look at her now!
