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Damien walked into the VIP room where Mr Whyte was. He was still unconscious but his health had improved greatly. He did his daily routine of checking him up, and the corners of his lips curled up seeing the improvements.

He picked up his pen and wrote down the progress on his notepad before he faced the nurse and instructed, "Do let me know if there is a slight change. Even though he is stable now, we still need to watch him carefully."

"Alright, doctor," she replied and proceeded to tug the old man properly.

Damien looked at his wristwatch and clicked his tongue seeing how late he was. He would need to get ready in twenty minutes for the gala. Eleanor already told him that a car would pick him up from the hospital.

Letting out a deep breath, he walked out and went to his room on the top floor. It was safe to call it his room as he had gotten accustomed to living in it.

It's been a week since the last humiliation that almost got him to jail. It's been a week since Mr Whyte survive
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