CHAPTER 455: CHAPTER 455: RETURNING HOME

Lars Prescott observed Warren Prescott’s awkward yet polite demeanor and realized what was going on.

He hadn’t remembered them; it was merely a subconscious reflex.

Otherwise, Warren’s reaction wouldn’t have been just this; there should have been aversion in his eyes.

It’s funny how it is; in the past, seeing Warren’s disgusted look toward him made his heart uncomfortable.

Now that Warren doesn’t look at him that way anymore, he feels even worse.

It might be better if everything remained normal, with Warren having no injuries.

Lars had always been strict with Warren since childhood, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care about his son.

There might be parents in this world who don’t love their children, but the majority are definitely like him.

It’s just that, as a man, he won’t always express love openly, or he’d seem effeminate.

At this time, Assistant Lowell walked in from outside.

"Chairman Prescott, the attending doctor is back. Should I call him over?"

"No need, I’ll go find him."

"Alright, I’ll show you the way."

Lars nodded and said to Warren, "I’ll be over at the doctor’s for a bit, be right back."

Warren responded with an "Mm."

Even though he had amnesia, his personality remained unchanged.

Very soon, Lars arrived at the doctor’s office.

The doctor was aware that these people were of significant status—as evidenced by the twenty-plus bodyguards who brought Warren in.

Lars’s English was also excellent, allowing for smooth communication with the doctor.

The doctor explained in the simplest terms.

The gist was that Warren’s amnesia stemmed from a severe blow to the head, causing a mass that interfered with the section responsible for memory.

"Can this condition improve, or is it a permanent loss?"

The doctor replied: "Don’t worry, as soon as the mass is reduced, he’ll recover quickly."

"How much time will it take?"

"I can’t specify an exact time, only a rough estimate. Probably two to three months."

Lars felt reassured.

As long as it wasn’t permanent.

The doctor continued: "Besides medication, there’s a way to stimulate memory recovery by having him spend more time with familiar people."

Warren’s first thought was of Ashley Shaw.

Warren’s fondness for Ashley was quite evident to him as a father.

Which was why he was so wary of Ashley Shaw.

"Having him spend more time with the girl he likes, could that work?"

The doctor clapped his hands: "That would be ideal."

Lars nodded, having already formed a plan.

He then asked: "I want him to return to Veridia for treatment. Can he fly in his current condition?"

"Yes, but avoid strenuous activities these next two days. His concussion is quite severe; before you arrived, he vomited once. It’s safer to hospitalize him for observation after returning."

"Alright, thank you, Doctor."

"You’re welcome."

...

Since the doctor agreed he could fly back, Lars immediately instructed Mr. Rowan to make arrangements.

They had come on a private plane and would return the same way.

They hadn’t expected to go back so soon, so they still needed to liaise with Senvira’s aviation authority to apply for a flight path.

The Prescott Group had no business in Senvira, but having money gets things done.

While applying for the flight path, Assistant Lowell briefed Lars on the rescue operation.

It turns out that Warren had been attacked by Morgan Schultz on the cruise, sustaining head injuries and being locked away in a cabin.

Not until the cruise docked did the staff search the cabins and find Warren.

Warren had been unfed for several days, showing clear signs of dehydration.

But the staff recognized him instantly as the person needing discreet rescue.

Assistant Lowell was contacted immediately, and Warren was rushed to the hospital.

As for Morgan Schultz, he had disguised himself to disembark the cruise.

Although he avoided Assistant Lowell’s people at the port, he was captured upon meeting his contact.

Senvira allows carrying guns, and through Lars’s connections, Assistant Lowell had long coordinated with local gangs.

The gang directly dealt with Morgan Schultz.

Naturally, this was Lars’s idea.

He could have spared Morgan’s life and used him to take the Prescott siblings to court, but as a father knowing his son nearly died at Morgan’s hands, how could he tolerate that?

Sending the siblings to court wasn’t reliant only on Morgan; instead, he sent Morgan to his end.

Assistant Lowell said: "I supervised his handling; it wasn’t an easy escape. He was ’sent off’ after some hassle. But before he ’left,’ he confessed quite a bit. I’ve arranged for it to be compiled; it’ll soon be sent to your email."

Lars nodded.

"You’ve done well. Having you beside Warren is reassuring."

Assistant Lowell felt pleased hearing this, but dared not show it openly, claiming it was merely his duty.

Lars saw his understanding of decorum and praised further, "When Warren chose you, I thought you might be too young. Seeing now, his judgment surpasses mine."

Only now did Assistant Lowell dare smile.

"I won’t let you and Mr. Prescott Jr. down."

"Go on, prepare for the return."

Assistant Lowell responded affirmatively, nearly leaving before another thought occurred.

"Chairman Prescott, Miss Shaw has been waiting for news over there. I’m unsure how I should respond; do you think..."

"I’ve already spoken with her; just consider it unseen."

"Understood."

Assistant Lowell nodded and left.

Lars returned to the hospital room.

Warren had gone back to sleep due to the medication’s sedative effects. While watching Warren’s face, Lars’s eyes reddened.

It’s his fault as a father.

Life is short, encountering someone you genuinely like isn’t easy.

He himself didn’t fulfill the husband role well and interfered with his son’s happiness—indeed, it’s inexcusable!

Suddenly, Lars let go of it all.

Ashley Shaw truly had no major faults; in fact, she was far better than many Westcroft socialites.

She was an ambitious and clean person.

Apart from her family background, there really was nothing to criticize.

Actually, before knowing Warren had feelings for Ashley, Lars quite liked her as a goddaughter...

Forget it, let them be!

What’s so vital about family background?

The Prescott Group had already reached the apex and didn’t need a marriage alliance to maintain its position.

His duty was to treat his wife well.

As for his children, their fortune is theirs to own!

...

Flight path approval came through in a few hours.

The destination was set for Aethelgard Capital Airport in Veridia.

When they reached Concordia Hospital in Veridia, it was already after ten in the morning the next day.

Warren underwent another examination; the results were similar to what was indicated in Senvira, with medication adjustments for precision.

Ashley Shaw also received Claire Xavier’s message at this moment.

She was already at Concordia Hospital and could step out anytime.