Chapter 890: Why Doesn't He Come Back to Find Us?

"No, Young Master," replied the maid closest to him, bowing.

The little boy, still with his hands clasped behind his back, took four or five steps and arrived at the side of the man on the bed.

Then,

he lifted his fair little hand, touched the man's wrist, and then checked his breathing. He nodded slightly and withdrew his hand, saying,

"He may need a month to wake up. During this time, you must take good care of him."

"We will bear it in mind, Young Master," all the maids said in unison.

"Also, don't forget to mix the special medicine I prepared for him into the healing soup, once a day," the little boy instructed with remarkable composure.

His demeanor was beyond his years, collected and cool.

"Rest assured, Young Master, we've noted it all down."

With utmost respect, the maids watched him walk away …

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In the blink of an eye,

half a month had passed.

Ella Lacey still had no news whatsoever from Arthur Lindsey.