Desmond stepped forward at this time and said, "Marcus, Dad is right, now for us, nowhere is safer than the Anbang Mansion, where Sis has left us a way out."
Marcus’s eyes widened and he wanted to say something, but he quickly figured out the reason, so he nodded firmly and said seriously, "Okay! Then we will go to Anbang Mansion!"
Desmond nodded and didn’t say anything more, but in his heart, he couldn’t help but feel very surprised at the old man’s performance tonight.
Tonight, the old man’s performance, not to say that he was absolutely unperturbed by changes, but he was also beyond a normal state of calmness. And his thinking logic is also very clear. He can not see the shadow of suffering from Alzheimer’s.
Just when he thought the old man’s brain might have improved, he suddenly discovered that the old man had been hiding a very miniature ballpoint pen in the fingers of his right hand. And he, too, had been constantly poking the palm of his left hand quietly with the tip of the pen.
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