Before nightfall, Reginald delivered the medicine Sean used to take.

"Dr. Fordham, Mr. Sean used to take these medications."

Olivia checked the ingredients. They were common antipsychotics. There wasn't anything off about them.

She nodded. "Thanks, Reginald."

"Don't mention it, Dr. Fordham. If you need anything, just tell me. As long as you can cure Mr. Sean, the Fordhams will be greatly indebted to you."

"I'll do my best."

After Reginald left, Olivia waved, gesturing for two people in the distance to come over.

Vance and Vanta were bodyguards Ethan had assigned to her.

With just one gesture from her, the two obediently went up to her.

"Dr. Fordham."

Olivia handed the medicine to Vance. "Take this and get someone to conduct a chemical analysis on the ingredients."

"Understood."

When all that was done, Olivia finally walked into Troy's temporary studio.

It was as bright as day in the room.

Models, drafts, palettes, sewing supplies, scissors, and various other stuff litte