Julien cursed under his breath, "Damn you, Charlie! How dare you rub salt in my wound! How is Dad? Don't you know best?!"

Despite his rage, he didn't dare to truly rant it out. Hence, he calmed himself down and answered respectfully, "Thank you for your concern. You asked Queen Helena to visit him, and he's completely cured now."

"Good to know." Charlie asked with a smile, "Julien, do you hold any grudge against me because I cured your father?"

Julien—like a cat that had its tail stepped on—quickly blurted out, "No! No. I'm very grateful. I don't hold a grudge against you."

Charlie asked curiously, "By the way, now that your father has recovered, has he handed over the position of family head to you as agreed?"

Feeling utterly frustrated, Julien grumbled in a muffled voice, "No, he didn't, but he did clarify my position as the first heir."

At this point, he couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, "Mr. Wade... you really just rained on my parade!"

Charlie no longer beat a