Chapter 1140: Returning to the Age of 12

Wilfred and the bodyguards withdrew, leaving two to watch the door. Wilfred rented a room in the house next door in this impoverished area. Looking at the shabby facilities, such a hard bed board, and this dirty and old quilt, dirtier than the carpets at The Baileys' Manor!

Even he, the butler, found it repulsive; how could the young master possibly sleep in it?

However, Wilfred had once been imprisoned in a dungeon for half a year; he'd had his share of suffering.

He could sleep anywhere, as he was just a servant; it was only the young master's health that he was concerned about—

Then again, he thought, as long as the young master could sleep, it was still better than suffering from insomnia at home.

The doctor said that Wayne had a very severe case of neurological weakness, slept little and lightly, and would wake up at the slightest noise.

The quality of his sleep was also poor, and medication wasn't effective...