Chapter 1886

"No, it's completely safe," Lincoln said confidently, patting his chest. "The worst that could happen is the consumer might feel excessively energized for about half an hour after waking up." "In that case, I'll just forge Mr. Hunt Senior's handwriting and draft a will," Helen suggested. "It's not like he's really dead—why bother with a will?" Hugo responded, finding the idea a bit too extreme. "Without an official will, Aiden, as a distant relative, won't be able to solidify his position or freely amass wealth," Helen explained. This will wasn't just a formality—it was essentially Aiden's death sentence. … At the Hunt residence, Taylor quietly entered Lucy's room. Lucy seemed disoriented, unable to recognize him. She slowly turned her head, her eyes filled with confusion. The room was in disarray, as though it hadn't been cleaned in ages. It wasn't just the room—when Taylor had passed through the hallway earlier, he'd noticed the dust had accumulated there as well. Not wanti