Someone could be seen rushing through the yard over to the pavilion.

"Miss Roxanne is here, sir," said the butler.

When old Mr. Bane heard his granddaughter had arrived, he gently placed his cup back on the table.

"Have her wait in the living room," he commanded.

The middle-aged man had planned to leave anyway. When he heard the butler's proclamation, he immediately stood up.

"Well, it looks like it's going to rain soon. I have to visit my teacher first. May we meet again, Old Master Bane."

"Very well. Your master was worried sick about you over the years. If he... Forget about it. There's no point saying it out loud."

Old Mr. Bane ended his reply with a wave of his hand.

The other man naturally knew what he wanted to say.

With his hands before him, he bowed to Old Mr. Bane.

"I will be taking my leave then. Farewell."

No matter what, the middle-aged man was still the most promising junior Old Mr. Bane had back then.

As he watched the man walk away, he could not resist calling out to him one last time.

"If one day you replace yourself with nowhere to go, come to my estate. I'll protect you."

The man paused when he heard that.

"Don't worry, Old Master Bane. I won't distance myself. I will come here, even if I have to crawl the whole way. Also, the tea might be exquisite, but it's still a little lacking. Let's drink alcohol next time." He then smacked his lips before strutting away.

As he walked away from the pavilion, tiny raindrops began to fall from the sky.

The sheer curtain of water soon hid the man's wide and straight back from view.

It was only then that Old Mr. Bane let a faint smile show on his face.

Meanwhile, Roxanne had been waiting for Albert Reardan, her grandfather's butler, to call for her. Finally, she was summoned.

She stood up and straightened her attire before following Albert to the backyard.

"Grandpa," she greeted.

Old Mr. Bane calmly nodded back in greeting.

"Take a seat," he said.

"Albert, prepare us some of Roxy's favorite sweets."

"Very well, sir."

Before Albert could walk away, Roxanne hurriedly stopped him.

"It's fine, Grandpa."

"We're family. There is no need to be so polite," Old Mr. Bane countered.

When Roxanne heard that, she silently nodded, not daring to say another word.

Albert was gone from view by the time they were done speaking. He had gone to get the desserts ready.

The silence continued as old Mr. Bane once more picked up his cup of tea and glanced at her.

His pupils shrank as his gaze turned sharp, boring straight into her.

His reaction caused a shiver to run down her spine.

"What is it, Grandpa?"

Realizing he had lost control of himself, Old Mr. Bane quickly regained his calm.

"Your ailment has been cured?"

While it was hard to believe, she looked so lively. The lethargy that hung around her due to her ailment had vanished into thin air.

When she nodded, he reached out his hands.

A patient who had been sick for a long time would eventually be able to tell a person's health condition.

While he was not a doctor, he knew how to read a person's health through their pulse.

Pressing on Roxanne's wrist, he felt a powerful pulse throbbing away.

He then nodded in admiration.

"Not bad. You're fully cured."

"Have those useless doctors in Bainbridge finally improved? Seems like they could cure your ailment now."

"It's not them, Grandpa," she replied. "He's not from Bainbridge..."

She then briefly told him about how Matthew cured her.

He could not resist nodding in approval.

Matthew was so young, yet he was so skilled. It seemed like there was going to be a dark horse in the Holy Doctor Competition.

"You've been suffering from chest pains this whole time, right? All of the doctors in Bainbridge can do nothing about it. Why don't we ask Matthew to have a look at you?" she suggested. Now that her breathlessness was fully cured...

The first thing she thought of was her grandfather who was similarly suffering from chest discomfort.

This was the main goal of her visit.

After some thought, Old Mr. Bane nodded in agreement.

All these years, he had been using medication and concoctions to curb his illness.

However, he was getting old. If his condition was not cured, it would be a huge threat to his health sooner or later.

Since Matthew could cure Roxanne, then he must be quite skilled.

There was no harm in letting the Larson boy try.

"Albert, summon Matthew Larson. Tell him I wish to invite him to tea."

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