"I still remember to this day how excruciating the pain was for Mr. Drexler when the agony struck him." The butler spoke, his eyes already moist.
Hearing the butler's words, Summer Shawcross was taken aback. In her mind, the proud man's solitary back, tormented to the brink of despair by pain, suddenly emerged, and her heart tightened.
That day in the hotel room, it must have been when she noticed something was off about his complexion that his pain had already started acting up.
Yet, he pretended as though nothing was wrong and let her leave... Was it because he didn't want her to know about this?
"So what exactly is his illness? What did the doctor say? After all these years, is it still untreatable?" Summer nervously asked the butler.
Judging by the butler's words, Noah Drexler's old ailment must have flared up again. So she was very eager to know what exactly was wrong with him and why he suddenly became so unbearable.
