The following days.
Nurse.
Doctor.
All were replaced by Sid, but as for the butler, who was confirmed to have been bribed by the other side, he remained untouched, fearing to offend the new superior.
And also.
Every day, they relied on him to deliver the drugs.
One injection per day.
Made Sid feel full of energy, as if he returned to his youth, yet he was told this was a minor illusion of the body's recovery.
If he truly ran a kilometer.
He would be exhausted.
After all.
His physical age was there, and drugs could extend his life, but not restore the vitality of his youth; Sid was content with that.
An illusion is just an illusion.
As long as it doesn't kill him.
...
The eleventh.
Morning.
"Father, all the main figures of the consortium are already waiting in the hall." Sid's eldest son respectfully reported, happy about his father's improved health.
He was naturally delighted.
A big consortium.
