Monica turned her head and saw Xia Yanxin standing at the door.
"Miss Xia, I apologize for letting you witness such a chaotic scene..." Monica said in anguish, empathizing deeply with Long Yutian's illness.
"He'll get better, won't he?"
"Yes, the master will definitely recover," Monica replied solemnly.
"By the way, the Elder might come over later, Miss Xia, could you please step aside for a while? I can arrange for a bodyguard to accompany you shopping!"
"Uh... Why should I avoid him?"
"I can't explain too clearly, but the Elder is a man of peculiar temper. If you accidentally touch a nerve, it could get troublesome. It's better for you to avoid him for the time being."
"Alright!" Xia Yanxin simply smiled faintly, turned around with her hands behind her back, and left. But she had no intention of leaving at all!
In the afternoon, a stretch Lincoln, with the escort of dozens of luxury cars, slowly drove into the gates of Mandara Manor.
