The situation was urgent, and they quickly moved him to a guest room, where Miranda attended to him.

"How is he?" Lilah asked.

Miranda frowned, "I didn't expect Uncle Absolon's condition to be this severe. He's overworked and stressed. He seems fine on the outside, but inside, he's extremely depleted. He's fighting a losing battle.He needs proper care, and maybe then there's a chance for improvement."

"You mean, there's a chance he might not recover?" Lilah's voice was heavy.

Miranda's silence spoke volumes.

With Absolon too ill to move, Lilah sent someone to inform Danna, who immediately came with Karol.

This time, both the elder and the younger were devoid of their previous arrogance. Though Danna initially asked if something had upset him here, no one responded, and she soon stopped asking, instead her face washed with tears.

Karol, too, was silent, only casting worried glances at the pale man on the bed.

Eventually, Danna couldn't hold back, "Is this... an old illness acting up, or a psychological issue? Miss Miranda, please tell me the truth so I can be prepared."

Miranda thought for a moment before sharing the same information she had given Lilah and the others, embellishing it slightly to emphasize the gravity of Absolon's condition.

Danna was so frightened she nearly fainted, saved only by Karol's quick reflexes.

"Is there any treatment? With Miss Miranda's skills, can he be cured?" Danna asked cautiously. "I know I've wronged you before, but please, for the sake of Absolon being your father, help him."

Miranda's expression remained cold, “Since you know you've offended me, what makes you think you have the right to ask for this?"

In the past, the issues between us can no longer be summed up with a simple "offense."

It had escalated to a point of irreconcilable hatred.

Danna's face turned pale as she staggered back half a step, almost collapsing onto the sofa.

"Miss Fang, whatever compensation you seek for what happened before, we are willing to provide. But please, don't abandon my father. He has done nothing wrong. He has always cherished you and misses Aunt Joselyn dearly."Karol, at a loss, began to plead tearfully, "There are things I've never told you.

For years, my father has been living under much distress and worry. We all know he holds you dear in his heart. I often saw him staring at a postcard in a daze. Over the years, countless wealthy women have pursued him, but he's never been interested...

"Enough, " Miranda interrupted impatiently. "If you said less, I might have even been willing to help him."

Karol choked back her words and looked over at Joselyn, who stood there with a complex expression. She seemed detached, yet a closer look revealed her tightly clenched fists and tense posture.

"Aunt Joselyn, could you, please, plead for my father? For so many years, he's been trapped in his feelings for you and hasn't moved on. Otherwise, he wouldn't have collapsed so suddenly.

Please, help him. I'm begging you, I'm willing to do anything...

It had been some time since they'd last met, and Karol's acting skills had improved significantly. As she spoke, her face drained of color, and her lips quivered, evoking a pang of sympathy.

Joselyn was momentarily stunned, then bent down to help her up.