After Theodore had ingested some drugs and before Charlie made his return, he was identified as an Alzheimer’s patient.


    An individual with Alzheimer’s cannot operate a cell phone, which means it’s best not to even touch it during this period.


    To be cautious, it seemed wiser to simply remove the software altogether.


    Master Moore then discovered the Rejuvenation Pill, scraped off ayer from its surface, soaked it in water, and consumed it.


    Immediately afterward, he returned to his bed andy down.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    At that moment, the visual screen on the bed flickered to life, revealing Theodore’s image, apanied by the cheerful melody of the Turkish March.


    This was the doorbell ringing in Master Moore’s room.


    Because his suite was quite expansive, it was often difficult to hear someone knocking while in the bedroom or study, which is why he had installed a visual doorbell system.


    Noticing that his eldest son was outside his room with a bowl of drugged bird’s nest, Master Moore let out a soft sigh and pressed the answer button. “Theodore, are you in trouble?”


    Theodore quickly replied to the camera, “Dad, are you still asleep?”<fn8198> This text is hosted at find(?)ovel</fn8198>


    Master Moore feigned tiredness, saying, “I just fell asleep, and you woke me up. What’s so urgent?”


    In a hurry, Theodore exined, “Dad, I noticed you looked tired, so I asked the kitchen to prepare a bowl of iced sugar bird’s nest for you. I want you to drink it while it’s warm to regain your strength and vitality.”


    Master Moore responded with an appreciative “hmmm” and said, “You’re very thoughtful;e in.”


    With that, he pressed the button to unlock the door.


    As soon as Theodore heard the click of the door unlocking, he pushed it open and walked through the living room into the bedroom.


    He approached Master Moore’s bed, concern etched on his face, and asked, “Dad, how are you feeling?”


    Master Moore replied absentmindedly, “It’s okay, just squinting for a moment.”


    Then he eagerly inquired, “How is Jasmine? Any updates from Japan?”


    Theodore shook his head, his expression turning pained. “Dad, there’s no significant news from Japan yet. I’m still in contact with Rueben, and I’ve also asked him to apply pressure on the Japanese Police Department. As soon as I have any concrete leads, I’ll inform you right away.”


    Moore nodded, expressing relief, “I’m so d you’re back.”


    Theodore smiled gently and said, “Dad, iced sugar bird’s nest is excellent for nourishing the blood, so please drink it while it’s hot.”


    A glimmer of sadness appeared in Master Moore’s eyes.


    Ultimately, his son was still going to make sacrifices for him.


    Without hesitation, he sat up and instructed Theodore, “Help me sit for a while so I can have this in the living room!”


    Delighted, Theodore replied, “Okay, Dad! I’ll assist you to the living room!”


    He helped the older man to the living room, where Master Moore settled down on the sofa. Eagerly, Theodore presented the bowl of iced sugar bird’s nest and said respectfully, “Dad, please drink it while it’s hot.”


    With no hesitation, Master Moore epted the bowl, took a sip, and eximed, “This is delicious; you’ve put a lot of thought into it!”


    Theodore was pleasantly surprised by how well everything was going and replied with a smile, “Dad, why would you be so formal with me? This is just what I should do!”


    “What you should do?” Old Master Moore chuckled, nodding earnestly. He suppressed the sadness welling up inside him and eximed joyfully, “Oh yes, that’s true! It’s absolutely the right thing to do! I, Lord Moore, have raised a wonderful son! Hahahaha!”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>