They stopped in front of a bedroom door guarded by bodyguards upstairs.
"Young Master!" The bodyguards greeted Chester respectfully as soon as they saw him.
Chester's eyes gleamed, and just as he was about to step forward, the bodyguards stopped him. "Young Master, the Master has taken his medicine and gone to bed. The doctor said that he must not be disturbed."
"I'm concerned about his health. Can't I just take a look?" Chester squinted, a dim light passing through his eyes.
The two bodyguards looked at each other, not daring to speak. From the direction of the stairs came a low scolding, "You two blind fools! The Master's most beloved person is the Young Master. He has been waiting all night for the Young Master to return, and you dare stop him from visiting? Are you seeking death?"
"Young Master, please forgive us!" Hearing the butler's words, the two bodyguards hastily stepped aside and made way at the door.