"Mrs. Shawcross, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?" At this moment, Butler Ye noticed something was off about Summer Shawcross's complexion and couldn't help but ask with concern.
Hearing Butler Ye's words, Summer Shawcross finally came back to her senses and gently shook her head.
"I'm fine, it's just that after hearing what you said, I feel a bit of regret in my heart."
Hearing her words, Butler Ye also let out a sigh.
"Can I go in now?" Summer Shawcross turned to look at the door in front of her, and then suddenly asked Butler Ye.
In response, Butler Ye nodded immediately and reached out to help her twist open the door.
"But Master Noah probably hasn't woken up yet."
"It's okay, I just couldn't sleep at night and came over to take a look." Summer Shawcross smiled and then walked in.
In the Chinese-style bedroom, only a warm-colored lamp was lit. On the large mahogany bed, an elderly man lay there quietly.
