Andrew's smile was radiant. "Same old formula, same old smell. Go ahead and massage. I've been pretty tired lately. If you do a good job and make me feel comfortable, I'll arrange for that Life-Sustaining Elixir for your grandpa."

Emir exploded. "In your dreams!"

Saul roared, "Do as he says, right now!"

He felt bad for his son, but not enough to stop him. Smelling someone's feet was a small price compared to the Life-Sustaining Elixir.

Isabelle tried to comfort him. "Emir, just give Andrew a foot massage. He can make the Life-Sustaining Elixir for Grandpa… That's huge! You're not really losing anything. Besides, your temper's always been too fiery. Maybe this'll help you cool down a little."

Emir was speechless at her reasoning. Eventually, he still forced a smile and said, "Wow, you're so thoughtful, Belle."

He grabbed Andrew's foot and began pressing down. In his mind, he imagined the foot as two soft stress balls.

He squeezed, then squeezed harder. If only he could cr