But now, Davey let out a small, sinister smile. A new challenge had presented itself.

Stepping out of the car, Davey planted one foot firmly on the ground, a portrait of confidence as he faced his manor. Straightening his suit, he appeared vibrant and energetic at first glance. Yet, a closer inspection unveiled the icy blaze smoldering in his eyes.

A sinister smile crept across his lips as he surveyed his domain.

Anyone daring to disrupt his plans would meet only destruction!

Instead of going to Casey's room as usual, Davey summoned the butler to seek information on the day's events.

The butler dutifully recounted the mundane events he had observed, none of which seemed noteworthy to him.

Swirling the crimson wine in his glass, Davey arched an eyebrow.

“You're saying Casey requested a cup of brown sugar water?"

Brown sugar water? A mysterious smile lingered on Davey's lips. Casey was fastidious about her drinking water, insisting solely on mineral water airlifted from high-altitude springs, a preference Davey consistently accommodated, steadfastly maintaining this routine.

Even the most casually poured glass of water for Casey originated from these deliveries. Even if she suffered from amnesia, she would undoubtedly discern the water's flavor.

However, her sudden request for brown sugar water appeared unrelated to a shift in taste. Rather, it seemed she believed that asking for such a beverage might marginally inconvenience the butler, perhaps a means to occupy his time.

Observing the disquieting grin persisting on Davey's countenance, the butler sensed a shiver of unease. He inquired cautiously, "Mr. Glyn, is there cause for concern?"

"No," Davey replied tersely, his demeanor unchanged as he swiftly drained a glass of red wine, then placed it on the table with a resounding “clink.”

Rising slowly, Davey ordered, “Please commence the search for a new family doctor."

The butler paused, gathering his thoughts before cautiously asking, “Mr. Glyn, has Dr. Hinks committed an error..."

Davey merely raised his eyelids, fixing his gaze on the butler.

Suddenly, the butler found himself unable to continue, a cold sweat forming on his back. He had spoken too freely!

To the bulter, Jimena had always conducted herself admirably, leaving a positive impression on him and often gifting him with homemade soaps and scented candles. Those were not lavish gifts, and he saw no harm in accepting them.

Furthermore, they aligned with his preferences, especially the scented candles Jimena claimed contained medicinal herbs. He relied on it nightly, finding solace in its scent, a welcome respite from the insomnia brought on by the specters of his past misdeeds haunting his dreams.

Over time, the butler had become reliant on the scented candles, deeply grateful to Jimena for its soothing effects.