The personal doctor saw that Mr. Wellington was hiding displeasure between his brows and could only brace himself to appease.
"Grandpa, rest assured, he'll be better soon... Actually, it's just that Mr. Wellington's willpower is too strong, and his resistance to hypnosis is stronger than that of an average person. If it were someone else, it wouldn't be this slow..."
"Enough, no need for your explanations." The old man planted his cane firmly on the ground, cutting off the personal doctor's words.
"I know my grandson, he's just been bewitched by that woman. Once that woman is erased from his mind, he'll be fine. Ian Moore has never been moved by any woman, it's all just confusion..."
"Wait, wait a second, Mr. Lucas, you can't go in—"
Just then, the voice of a servant came from outside the door.
Before Mr. Wellington could react, the bedroom door was kicked open from the outside.
