After listening to Master Moore’s exnation, Oscar nodded earnestly, “Master, don’t worry, I’ll remember everything you’ve said!”


    With that reassurance, Master Moore felt somewhat relieved. He waved his hand faintly and said, “Oscar, I’m a bit tired now. You should go and take care of your duties while I rest for a bit.”<fn4ed6> The source of th?s content is find~novel</fn4ed6>


    Oscar, looking a bit anxious, replied, “Master, why don’t you go to your bedroom to rest? I’ll keep watch out here in the living room. I just don’t feelfortable otherwise…”


    Master Moore gave a bittersweet smile and asked, “Are you worried you might not be here when they try to drug me?”


    “Yes…” Oscar’s eyes glistened with emotion as he spoke seriously, “Master, Master Wade is undoubtedly powerful, but I can’t help but fear any unforeseen changes…”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Old Master Moore smiled calmly, “You needn’t worry. Some things are beyond your control, so it’s best to leave them to someone more capable and trust that personpletely.”


    He continued, “Think of it like your initial skydiving lessons. When you first begin, you must rely on your instructor until you’ve umted enough jumps. Each time you leap from the ne, your safety is in their hands. At that moment, all you can do is trust thempletely and let the professionals handle their expertise.”


    Oscar understood that the professional Master Moore referred to was Master Wade. He nodded gently and said, “Master, I’ll follow your advice.”


    Master Moore acknowledged him with a slight nod and instructed, “When you step outside, focus on what you need to do. Don’te to me unless I call for you or if it’s something truly important.”


    “Okay, Master,” Oscar responded quickly. “You rest for a while, and I’ll head out!”


    With a soft sigh, Master Moore waved him off, “Alright… Go!”


    Once Oscar left, Master Moore turned his attention to the monitor, watching his son, whom he had raised for fifty years.


    The more he observed, the more he felt that the man on the screen was bing an increasingly unfamiliar figure.


    In the video, Theodore was restlessly toying with a drug, his expression not one of hesitation but rather excitement that he struggled to contain.


    Master Moore’s heart sank, and he became increasingly certain that his son harbored little affection or kindness towards him.


    An hourter, Theodore, unable to contain himself any longer, decided to get up and head to the back kitchen.


    The chef had followed his orders and was gently simmering an iced sugar bird’s nest.


    As soon as Theodore arrived, he asked, “Is the bird’s nest for the Master ready?”


    The chef, panicking, replied, “Back to the Eldest Young Master, it still needs about ten more minutes.”


    Theodore waved his hand dismissively, “No more waiting. The old master is hungry and needs to regain his strength. Serve me a bowl; I’ll take it to him myself.”


    The chef, not daring to argue, quickly prepared a bowl and carefully ced it on the tray, saying, “Young Master, the bowl is very hot; please be cautious.”


    Theodore nodded and took the tray, returning to his room first.


    Once inside, he retrieved the medicine he had prepared earlier and added all of the medicinal liquid to the bird’s nest.


    Master Moore, witnessing this scene, could only smile bitterly and shake his head.


    Alone in the study, he murmured to himself, “Theodore, we have been father and son for fifty years, but from this day forward, our bond is severed! Everything from the past is like fleeting clouds; once blown away, it is entirely gone!”


    He then stood up, turned off the monitoring system, and restored the study to its original condition.


    From his phone, hepletely deleted the software that authorized the internal monitoring system as well.


    From now on, he resolved to follow Master Wade’s guidance to the letter.<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>