Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell



Heath gripped the wheelchair with both hands and turned to face Carlisle. "Boss?"

"Can you feel anything in your legs yet?"

"I've regained feeling in my legs, but it might be difficult to stand up for now."

"Don't rush it. Stay here and recuperate slowly." Carlisle pulled a stool over and sat down.

He looked at the red rhododendrons behind them and asked, "How does it feel to grow flowers?"

Heath's gaze was intense as he said slowly, "I like watching these flowers bloom and wilt. Although they don't bloom long, they show us the best image. This beauty is only possible because of the meticulous care shown by those who plant them."

Growing flowers was a hobby that helped people to develop their minds and cultivate good habits.

If one wanted to see the flowers they had planted bloom, one would have to put in a huge amount of effort.

Through gardening, Heath had trained his patience, and his mindset had also changed somewhat. His arrogant, wild personality had become more subdued, and he seemed to have reverted to a refined state.

Heath sat there casually, but he exuded an authoritative air like a leader.

A true anti-hero wasn't a fierce gangster, which was how they were often portrayed on television.

Anti-heroes had to be decisive, firm, and always calm.

Carlisle looked Heath up and down and murmured, "That's the kind of Heath Ii I imagined."

In his past life, he had never met Heath. He had only heard about him from other people.

Heath kept a low profile and did not draw attention to himself, but none of his subordinates were easy to deal with.

That was why people were filled with fear at the mere mention of Heath's name.

"What did you say?" Heath hadn't heard Carlisle. He thought Carlisle was talking to him.

"Nothing. You should continue recuperating."

"I want to go back to Riverland," Heath said suddenly.

Carlisle looked at Heath's legs and said hesitantly, "You'd better recover fully first."

Heath rubbed his legs and smiled bitterly, saying, "Sawyer told me that it'll take at least six months before I can return to the life of a normal person."

"Six months it is, then. Besides, there are some things that you don't need to do yourself. True leaders are those who make the plans, aren't they?" Carlisle said patiently to comfort him.

Heath looked at Carlisle before smiling and nodding. "Alright. I'll keep recuperating."

Carlisle glanced at the time. It was already 1:00 pm.

After saying goodbye to Heath, he visited Hayley's home.

Hayley and her family were all out.

Carlisle called Owen, who told him that they had all gone back to their old home.

There was a lot of noise on his end of the phone.

Sylvester and Yvette seemed to be arguing about something.

Carlisle asked, "Owen, what's going on over there?"

Owen found a quiet spot and said, "Yvette wants to do something to my grandfather's grave,

but Dad refused. That's why they started arguing."

Carlisle asked, "Does she want to move the grave or repair it?"

"Repair it."

"Isn't that a good thing? It's not going to affect anything. Why would your dad refuse?" Carlisle asked in confusion.

"Dad thinks it means nothing for Yvette to do something like this so late. That's why he's unwilling to let her touch Grandpa's grave."

"Alright. They're your family's affairs, so I shouldn't intervene. Talk to your dad a little more. I think your aunt probably had some difficulties she couldn't talk about."

"Difficulties? Carl, you're overthinking. She's just an ingrate!" Owen said in a cold, clear voice.

Carlisle sighed. He didn't know what kind of person Yvette was, either.

Owen's family would have to settle their own affairs.

After that, Carlisle put the two million in cash on his parents' bed before telling Francis to take him to Riverland Airport.

Suddenly, Carlisle's phone rang.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Lethan was calling.

"Mr. Warbane?"

"Carlisle, did you live in the Franklin Complex when you were in high school?"

"Yes."

"Do you know someone called Sylvester?"