Chapter 543


    A charmingly handsome man d in a white doctor''s robe and gold-framed sses walked into the


    room earnestly.


    His face was clean while his features were sharp and deep-set. His grin was a remedial one. He


    looked reliable and studious.


    James asked, "What''s your name?”


    "Storm!" Storm answered politely.


    "Mr. Ares, from now on, I''m your personal physiotherapist. In theing three months, I''ll help you


    get rid of that walking stick and let you stand on your two feet again." Storm’s voice was well-paced.


    His tone was moderate, yet it had a sense of confidence and pride.


    James nodded. "I hope that you won''t disappoint me."


    The chief physician arranged the discharge procedures for James.


    Storm and James returned together to Rose Manor in Tourmaline Estate.


    Rose Manor, which was once bustling with activity, was now deserted and empty.


    James leaned on his walking stick as he stood in the empty living room. He hollered furiously,


    "Where the hell is everyone?"


    A housekeeper walked forward in fear, his head hung low as he asked, "Old... Old Master, any


    orders?"


    That haggard voice made James frown.


    All of the housekeepers in Rose Manor were young and beautiful girls. Since when was this worn-


    out olddy hired here?


    Could it be that Jay looked down on his downfall, so h e gave him the worst housekeeper?


    "Raise your head," James roared angrily.


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    The woman looked up as her body trembled. Her dull eyes had welled with tears, and she looked at


    him longingly.


    "Old Master?"


    "How could it be you?" James shuddered as he nearly copsed onto the floor due to his


    imbnce.


    The housekeeper stepped forward and held him up. "B e careful, Old Master." 1


    The walking stick in James'' hands was suddenly gone. He clutched the woman''s hand tightly.


    "Casey, it''s really you?"


    The woman nodded, her tears came pouring down like rain.


    James stared at her nkly as he gulped. His heart swirled with all the emotions in the world. He


    could not make out what he felt.


    "It''s been 35 years. I thought we’d never see each other again.” James was hysterical. "Who


    would’ve thought that she would finally return you to me when we’re already this old."


    Casey helped him onto the sofa and poured him a cup of hot water. "Old Master, have some water


    first."


    She waited until he calmed his nerves, then she said," You''ve misunderstood Madam.”


    James was livid. "She taught you to say that, right?"


    Casey shook her head. "Old Master, you’ve really misunderstood Madam. That year, it wasn''t


    Madam who separated us. It was your mother. It was she who made me an outcast. She had


    someone ravage my body and it destroyed me forever.”


    She once had a burning resentment, but as time passed, Casey no longer had the strength to hate.


    Casey was like a wooden puppet as she hollowly described the incident. She recounted as if she


    had nothing to do with it. "That time, Madam was nothing more than your mother''s scapegoat.


    Madam was of noble origin and egoistic. When you misunderstood her like that, she didn’t even


    bother to exin herself. She secretly helped me escape that horrible ce.


    "Madam''s only wrongdoing was that she loved you too much. After all these years, she dared not to


    let us see each other. Had I shown myself, she was afraid that her title of Mrs. Ares would be


    snatched away.”


    Caseyughed bitterly. "How could I ever be worthy of you? She was just being paranoid."


    James could not believe her. "Is all you''ve said really true? Madam never gave you trouble before?"


    Casey nodded. "Old Master, Madam said to me before that the marriage between you and her was


    a business marriage that nothing the both of you could do about. She told me not to hate her. I...


    Have hated her before, but now I don’t hate her anymore. I pity her. She’s more pathetic than I am.


    She loved a man who didn’t love her back. She has lived a life more bitter than mine."


    James was aghast.


    His obsession throughout the years was wrong all along.


    He always thought that he was the victim who had it the worst in the marriage. Never once did it


    cross his mind that his wife was also a victim of this marriage.