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"I'm not going." Mason Nightshade said, his voice weak as if drained of energy, but he quickly became firm again, "But you must go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow. Only after the doctor examines can we decide if the cast can be removed. You can't walk around recklessly today; once your hair is dry, go to bed."

"I still have some things to take care of, you go to sleep first, tonight... I won't come over to sleep here."

After saying this, Mason Nightshade turned and walked out, his back showing a hint of loneliness.

At two o'clock in the morning, Aunt Rong got up to use the bathroom and saw that the study light was still on. She quietly pushed open a crack in the door and saw Mason Nightshade sitting behind the desk, pondering something with a vacant look, staring blankly at one spot, looking more fatigued and haggard than when he sought her help half a month ago.

Thinking about the state of Young Madam when she returned home... Aunt Rong roughly guessed part of it in her heart, but as a servant, she couldn't pry into the master's affairs too much. She quietly closed the door and went back to her room.

Mason Nightshade didn't know how long he had been sitting there; he thought about many things... Recalling the surprise and joy when he first saw her upon returning to the country.

Thinking about the overwhelming conflict he felt after learning her identity.

Remembering the anger when he discovered her drug use, and walking out coldly, unable to stop himself from calling Viscount Zhou in another country.

Remembering when she told him she was pregnant, though his face showed no fluctuation, inside he was filled with joy and excitement. At that moment, he was thinking, just let it be, he didn't want to care about anything else, just protecting her alone would be enough.

Then recalling her lying in the hospital bed, tearfully telling him that the child was gone, he was frozen in place, his legs unable to move, looking at her red, crying eyes, not knowing how long she had cried before he arrived. He wanted to go over and hold her, to tell her it's okay, it's okay, we've lost the child but we still have the future, as long as you're alright.

But...

Maybe from the beginning, he shouldn't have let her get close to him, shouldn't have given her hope.

Thinking of... Holding her lifeless body, cold with not a hint of warmth, so thin only bones remained, his heart felt like it was being torn apart, bloody by a hand, holding her tightly in his arms, calling her name over and over again, but there was no response.

He regretted it!

Then, thinking about their first meeting...

Little Jane, she probably doesn't remember this name anymore. Thinking of that time when he kissed her, accidentally uttering this name, her surprised look, he knew she had forgotten.

"Buzz—!" The phone on the table vibrated, interrupting Mason Nightshade's thoughts. He picked it up, glanced at it, his brows furrowed in confusion, answered it, his voice slightly hoarse, but the tone was calm as usual.

"What's the matter?"

There was a long silence on the other side.

Lazily sitting in the presidential suite, holding wine and leisurely savoring it, Grayson Quinn paused at the voice on the phone, glanced at the time, and then exhaled with slight disappointment: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

The thick disappointment in his tone... Mason Nightshade raised an eyebrow, "It seems like you were hoping I'd be asleep?"

Grayson Quinn, realizing his intention had been discovered, didn't feel guilty; instead, he said smugly, "I thought calling you at this time you'd surely be asleep, so I could bother you a bit, at worst interrupting your night's activities with your wife would be even better."