Theodore turned his head slightly, listening for more.

"The fire broke outside the door of the private room where you were at the time.

There were many flammable substances such as oil found at the scene. Obviously, someone had started the fire on purpose."

Although Horace usually had the face of a gentle and honest man, he spoke these words with a chill that was only present when something threatened Theodore's life. He continued through gritted teeth, "The surveillance cameras on the scene had been burnt, and the car that stopped the fire engine from entering was unregistered.

We can't find the owner of the car. The day before the fire, the car was still in the metal recycling plant. But..."

Horace paused and surveyed the expression on Theodore's face, trying to gauge his reaction.

"There is a clue that the waiter who lit the fire seems to have appeared in Mistlyn. We are secretly looking for him."

Theodore sneered, "Mistlyn? It seems that those people can't wait to get rid of me."

Horace didn't dare to say anything, because he knew that the ancestral house of the Fredrick family was in Mistlyn, which was the sphere of influence of Theodore's grandfather's family.

Theodore carefully slipped the delicate clay figurine into his pocket and swiveled his wheelchair around to face Horace. With a stern look, he inquired, "What has been happening with my grandfather lately?"

Horace responded, "There appears to be some news regarding the creation of a will."

"A will?" Theodore's brow furrowed in confusion.

"What could possibly be wrong with my grandfather?”

After a brief pause, Horace honestly replied, "There are rumors circulating that he is seriously ill."

Theodore's head shot up, anxiety evident in his voice as he asked, “Why is he seriously ill? Has this happened recently?"

"No, no, not at all," Horace hurriedly reassured him.

"I have consulted Mr. Fredrick's personal physician, and he assures me that Mr. Fredrick is in excellent health. The false news was deliberately spread by him because he misses you. He hopes that you will return and pay him a visit."

Aldus always enjoyed playing pranks on Theodore. Every so often, news would circulate within the Fredrick family about Aldus falling gravely ill. Aldus was afraid that his beloved grandson would forget about him.

Horace was well aware that Aldus possessed a physical constitution that surpassed that of many young individuals. He often rode horses, spent time with birds, and occasionally ventured across the state. In Horace's estimation, Aldus would live a long life and might even have the chance to witness Theodore's son marrying a woman.

Theodore chuckled. Aldus never seemed to take anything seriously.