George tried to justify the situation, saying, “Young Madam didn’t release the recording because she wants to give Serena a chance to change her ways and become a better person. After all, Serena is a public figure, and if such a scandal were exposed, her career would be over. They must be really close!” Gavin’s expression remained cold, his lips tightening slightly. This assistant of his… Was his brain functioning properly? Gavin briefly considered the idea of finding a replacement. At that moment, a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. The butler entered, bowing slightly. “President, Young Madam has informed me that she’s going to visit Young Master Albert will not be returning tonight.” The air in the room froze. Gavin’s grip on his cup tightened, and with a sharp crack, it shattered into countless pieces in his hand. His expression darkened instantly, his eyes narrowing dangerously. She dared to stay out all night? And with Albert, of all people? The tension in the room thickened. George, sensing the storm brewing, tried to lighten the atmosphere, perhaps hoping to salvage his own situation. “President, I think—” But Gavin’s icy glare silenced him before he could finish. Meanwhile, at Albert’s place, he frowned as he looked at Liza. “Night blindness? Are you really telling me someone rushed here just because of that? What’s the urgency?” Liza’s eyes darted nervously. “Can you just tell me if it’s treatable?” Albert rested his chin on his hand, studying her intently. He had severed his ties with the Sinclair Family and had even pressured Mr Sinclair with the company’s founding members. He had assumed Liza came to thank him for his help. Instead, she burst in to ask about a mysterious condition where someone loses their sight at night.He tilted his head, confused. “Liza, from your description, this doesn’t sound like ordinary night blindness. That condition usually impairs vision at night but doesn’t cause complete blindness.” After a brief pause, he added thoughtfully, “This might not be an illness at all. It could be the result of poisoning.” Liza froze, her expression immediately becoming serious. “Poisoning? Are you sure?” Albert shrugged but then considered her question more carefully. “It’s possible. But there’s another angle. Could this be psychological? For example, if someone had been locked in a pitch-black room for extended periods as a child, could the trauma trigger such a condition?” He pondered for a moment, then shook his head slightly. “While psychological trauma could affect vision, I doubt it would cause complete blindness at night. What’s more likely is that this person was poisoned. I’ve even heard of a similar case before.” His tone turned grave. “There was a woman with the same symptoms you’re describing. She would lose her sight at night but recover during the day. Even when she slept, she had to leave the lights on. Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore… and she passed away.” Liza’s chest tightened. She swallowed hard and asked cautiously, “Who was she?” “Prudence,” Albert replied, his voice steady but heavy with significance. The name struck Liza like a thunderclap, her heart pounding in her chest. If what Albert said was true, then both Gavin and Prudence might have been poisoned by the same toxin. Albert continued, his face clouded with concern. “Miss Prudence suffered from the effects of this poison for years. Even the old man, renowned for his unparalleled medical skills, couldn’t save her.” He paused, his voice dropping to a somber tone. “The old man, who was practically a legend in medicine, had to watch helplessly as she died.” Liza’s thoughts swirled in a chaotic storm.Albert’s voice cut through her haze. “After Miss Prudence passed away, the old man dedicated himself to researching an antidote for this poison. There’s a chance he found a cure. If that’s the case, your friend might still have hope.” Liza clenched her fists, her heart weighed down by the revelation. Memories of her grandfather’s stories resurfaced. He often spoke of the many lives he had saved, but there was one life he couldn’t save, no matter how hard he tried. Was Gavin’s condition just as hopeless? Just as Liza was lost in thought, her phone buzzed, breaking her concentration. George’s voice came through, shaky and nervous. “Young Madam… the president, he…” Liza’s heart skipped a beat. “What happened to Gavin?” Sounding distressed, George whimpered, “When the president saved you, he injured his arm. The wound got infected… and it’s not looking good. Sob…”Liza’s eyes widened in alarm. “Get him to the hospital right now!” “He refuses to go,” George said miserably, his voice thick with despair. “He won’t even take his medication. I’ve tried everything, but he won’t listen to me. Young Madam, only you can convince him!” Without hesitation, Liza got to her feet, grabbing her things as she rushed toward the door. Albert watched her with a startled expression. “Wait… is the friend you’ve been talking about Gavin?” Though Liza didn’t answer, her urgency told him everything he needed to know. Albert couldn’t help but sigh. Gavin had proven himself to be a remarkable man, devoted and protective of Liza. However, there were complications. The old man might not approve, especially given what had happened to Miss Prudence … Liza held deep respect for the old man, and navigating this situation would undoubtedly be a challenge for her. At Longwan Residence, George couldn’t contain his excitement. “President, Young Madam is on her way back!” Gavin sat quietly, his face calm but tinged with fatigue. His voice was low and indifferent as he replied, “Alright.” The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the room. Gavin’s eyes burned painfully, the sensation worsening with every passing minute. When he opened them briefly, the world around him blurred into an indistinct haze. He could barely make out the outline of George standing before him, let alone his facial expression. Frustrated, he shut his eyes again. The condition had clearly deteriorated. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Liza hurried into the residence. The living room was brightly lit, every light switched on as if to ward off the encroaching darkness. Gavin was seated on the sofa, his posture tense, his brows furrowed deeply. The room was eerily quiet. Neither George nor the butler was anywhere to be seen. Liza approached silently, her footsteps barely audible on the floor. Her gaze fell on Gavin. Although there were no visible wounds on his body, he looked pale and drained, his usual commanding presence diminished. Her heart tightened as she recalled what Albert had told her earlier. Could it be that the poison in Gavin’s body was starting to take its toll? A wave of unease swept through her. Was she too late?