Right then, there was a knock at the door.

“Enter," Davey remarked.

A doctor entered the room.

Davey reassured Casey, "The doctor is here to check on you. There's no need to worry."

Casey acknowledged this with a weak nod.

Post-examination, Davey and the doctor stepped outside.

Davey's commanding presence was palpable.

The doctor, in a timid voice, reported, "Mr. Glyn, she shows no physical abnormalities, but the clot in her brain persists, albeit smaller. The acupuncture seems to be working. Continuing the acupuncture might be beneficial..."

"Get to the point," Davey cut him off sharply.

"Huh?" The doctor was puzzled.

Davey's sneer was piercing. "Didn't you notice her mental disorientation?" Casey had just claimed she was eighteen.

The doctor looked down. "I missed that, but she seems mentally stable."

"Stable?" Davey's smirk carried a trace of scorn. “Is that all you've gathered after your assessment?"

The doctor felt the weight of Davey's icy stare, as if on trial. He knelt hastily, his plea for forgiveness echoing loudly. “Please, Mr. Glyn, I beg you to spare me..."

“Considering today marks Casey's awakening, I'll overlook this. However..." Davey's temper flared as he grasped the doctor's hair, his tone icy. "Roll your way out now!"

The mansion's layout was intricate, featuring a ramp that led to the grand entrance on one side and descended into a deep basement on the other.

Without delay, the doctor scurried away, tumbling down the stairs in his haste. He resembled a rolling ball, swiftly descending step by step.

Relief washed over the doctor as he escaped with his life.

In recent years, Davey had dismissed numerous doctors. Each dismissed doctor either met a tragic end or passed away suddenly.

The mere mention of Davey's name sent shivers down the spines of many physicians. The pay was substantial, yet it was akin to risking their Lives. No sum of money was worth their Lives.