"You child, how could you have run away from home for so many years over a trivial matter!"
"Running away from home wasn't a trivial matter; it had to do with my sister's death."
The courtyard was eerily quiet.
The assistant and the doctor were too scared to speak, thinking, are you back with a bomb? Determined not to stop until someone gets hurt.
"By the way, if your granddaughter isn't rescued, the consequences will be more serious."
"Rescue, of course. Rescue her immediately." The old man ordered, "Prepare the car, I'm heading into town."
"Old leader, you haven't been back for fifteen years."
"What? I've been gone fifteen years, so they all think I'm dead?"
"No, no…" The assistant wiped sweat nervously.
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