Aldana Candi gazed at Philip Shaw's face, even in sleep, his brows furrowed, as if in great pain.
"Is he alright?" she hesitantly asked.
Mrs. Shaw smiled faintly, looking at her: "Are you worried about him?"
Aldana Candi shook her head.
Mrs. Shaw came over, pushing her wheelchair outside as she said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. It's just a simple sleeping pill; he'll be fine when he wakes up."
The mansion was eerily quiet.
After the Shaw Family left, Aldana Candi realized just how large and empty the villa was.
This estate, covering nearly three thousand square meters, was a place solely for Philip Shaw. He liked peace, so there were very few servants, but who knows if, when he stepped out of his study alone, he felt a twinge of loneliness.
It's lonely at the top.
During these few days of the Shaw family's gatherings, she quickly sensed the deception among these elite circles.
It was not a world she could understand or reach.
