When Eric opened his eyes and saw the familiar furnishings around him, he sat up in shock. He was about to rip off the needle stuck in his arm and leave.

“Where are you going?!”

Old Master Ferguson’s face was red with anger. His aged voice was imposing and forceful.

The butler and servants at Eric’s sides stopped him. No one dared to speak for a moment.

Eric’s expression became nasty as he spoke with a firm tone.

“I’m going to look for Nicole…”

“She’s already dead!”

Old Master Ferguson’s