When the Leclair family's patriarch returned home, he gazed upon the once lively and bustling red mansion, now weathered and dilapidated. Unable to suppress his emotions, tears streamed down his face.
Ever since the matriarch passed away, warmth had rarely graced this place. The children had scattered to the winds, leaving only him to guard the mansion, safeguarding the ancestral glory wavering amidst the storms.
Nathan Leclair supported the old man as they entered the Leclair Estate. Seeing the spies loitering outside quickly scatter, Nathan's gaze flickered as he murmured in a low tone, "The doctor said you must avoid extremes of joy or sorrow. With my elder brother absent, should any shameless scoundrels come knocking later, Grandfather, please don't let them anger you."
The old man chuckled at his words, patting Nathan's hand and saying, "What's there to fear? Forget scoundrels; even if Lord Yama comes, I can handle him."
