Hendrix and I walked to the edge of the bed. Looking at the old man, Hendrix said, "Nice to meet you, Master Hayes. I'm Hendrix. My apologies for the late visit. I was caught up with work. I hope you can forgive me."
Gerald smiled faintly, a little out of breath. The maid put on an oxygen mask for him. He took a few breaths before he took off the oxygen mask and said, "I'm very happy that you guys are here."
Hendrix chatted with Master Hayes, mostly about the past. After a short while, Master Hayes closed his eyes in exhaustion.
The butler said, "Mr. Roberts, Master Hayes must be tired already. You may go downstairs and have a rest. The house has prepared some pastries for you. Do give them a try!"
Hendrix nodded and held my hand. We went downstairs together.
The people downstairs were still there. A woman saw us coming down and went up to the butler and said, "Ainsley, how is my father? Is he better now? Did he say that he wants to see us?"
The butler shook his head slightly and said politely, "Master Hayes is doing well. He didn't say anything about wanting to see any one of you. I'm sorry, Miss Monica."
"Why wouldn't he want to see us? Time is running out and he still does not want to see us. Why is that?" The woman, who the butler called "Miss Monica", seemed annoyed. After complaining, she walked away.
I glanced at the others. Although I found it strange, I didn't ask much.
The butler took us to another lounge, asked someone to bring in some pastry and drinks, and then left.
I looked at Hendrix and couldn't help but ask, "We've already paid Master Hayes a visit, why aren't we leaving?"
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Has Mr. Roberts' business been settled yet?" The voice of an intruder startled me for a second. Following the voice, I saw Tobias, whom I met the day before at the casino.
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