“Young master, Ivie is doing fine,” Gillian exclaimed and pushed the door to Augustus’s study.

Gillian’s eyes shone, and her expression brightened, clearly showing that her sadness had already decreased after seeing Ivie’s state being much better than before.

Augustus dropped the document he was focusing on, stretched his hands out, and motioned for Gillian to come to him. “Come here.” He leaned back and commanded.

Gillian ran toward Augustus obediently and sat on his lap. She hooked her hands around his neck and placed a loud kiss on his cheek. “Young master, how’s work?”

Augustus’s lips curved up in response; just seeing the woman’s face was more than enough...