The room Old Master Lawrence stays in is the VIP of VIPs, a spacious room with bright floor-to-ceiling windows and light gray furniture, making the whole space warm and comfortable, nothing like a hospital room.
Old Master Lawrence is lying on the spacious hospital bed.
Contrary to what Enna Clark imagined, he doesn't look very weak. Although there's still an infusion in his wrist, he is propped up to sit half upright on the bed. There's a lowered dining table in front of him with documents on it. His hair is meticulously combed, his handsome face cold and tough, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging over his eyes, as he lowers his head to look at the documents beside him.
Just looking at his appearance, if it weren't for the infusion bottle hanging from his hand, you'd never guess he's a patient.
