The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

Elias's apology

Jeff moved along the vast hallway that led inside the Malfoy Mansion's exquisite and sumptuous walls.

He walked in as he clutched the small bottle of white pills tightly in his palm.

Passing through the lavish entrance hall, Jeff spotted The Malfoy's Butler standing by the staircase. The Butler, with a curt nod, motioned for Jeff to follow him.

"Good evening," Jeff acknowledged, his voice low and devoid of any emotion.

The Butler briskly replied, "Young Master Jeff," and gestured to the room where Old Master Malfoy was at the moment.

The sound of their footsteps reverberating off the marble floors broke the stillness that pervaded the corridor as they moved down it.

Jeff could not see well through the dim light until the Butler arrived at the door and carefully turned the knob.

Old Master Malfoy lay tucked in his luxurious bed, his frail form enveloped in layers of richly embroidered blankets.

"Good evening, Grandfather," Jeff said softly, his usually impassive demeanor softening