Gabriel handed over the exquisitely decorated box.
"What?"
Cyril opened it, and his brow immediately furrowed. "You brat! How many times do I have to tell you? Stop looking for medicine for me! I'm going to die sooner or later anyway. What difference does it make?"
"Mr. Morgan, whether you want to die is your business. Finding medicine is mine. The two don't interfere with each other," Gabriel replied with a sly shrug.
"Hey! Why won't you listen?" Cyril snapped, his agitation growing.
"Do you even realize the key ingredients for the life-extending elixir are all controlled by the Browns? If you keep searching like this, they'll find out sooner or later!"
Gabriel blinked, a mysterious glint in his eyes.
"So what? I'm not the same person I was ten years ago."
"Kid, I know you've got
