"Third Young Master, you rest up; I'll keep an eye on the master, and if there's any trouble, I'll come right back to tell you." With that, he vanished into the night.
After Ying Hao left, the villa sank into even deeper silence. Sister Wang stayed in bed with the child, and the stillness, colder than usual, genuinely distressed her.
It was New Year's Eve, wasn't it? Wasn't there supposed to be a grand banquet for the young mistress? How did it end up like this?
Sister Wang felt a severe lump in her throat!
But, as choked up as she was, she eventually drifted off to sleep too.
And she didn't know that, while she slept, in the seemingly lifeless, quiet villa, in the master bedroom next door, someone wasn't asleep at all.
He hadn't even been to bed. As soon as he entered, he grabbed a random chair to sit down, and his eyes, as if rooted down, stayed fixed on the wheelchair in front of him, not moving an inch.
