Chapter 894: Your Woman is Dead

Indeed.

Quite magical.

Not long after his words fell.

The man who had lain in bed for over a month slowly opened his pair of wicked, imposing eyes as if summoned...

"Young Master, he's awake!"

The servants were extraordinarily excited; having watched over him for so long, this was the first time they saw him come to life—

Handsome and arrogant to the point of recklessness!

"All of you, get out," the little boy ordered, his voice tinged with displeasure.

The servants instantly fell silent, and one by one left the room.

The man on the bed narrowed his eyes slightly; within their profound pupils, the figure of a little boy grew larger and larger, materializing before him—

"Who are you?" the man asked with a chilling tone.

"Don't you remember me?"

The little boy revealed a sinister smile, "Uncle Arthur, I'm Keenan Mitchell, you always used to call me Henry."

Keenan Mitchell...

Henry...