Thinking of Alyssa, Jasper smiled with joy. "Could you tell me the brand? I want to give it to her as a gift


    when I go back."


    Sheryl turned her face away, a shadow crossing her face.


    "I''m afraid you''ll return disappointed. What I use isn''t perfume, but an incense made from rare local


    spices in Mosgravia. It''s basically impossible to buy."


    "Oh, I see." Jasper''s eyes flickered briefly, and he remained silent thereafter.


    He had asked her because he suddenly remembered where he had smelled her scent before.


    It was on Jameson.


    In their numerous encounters, he had faintly detected this scent of orchids clinging to Jameson''s


    clothes.


    The scent was exactly like Sheryl''s.


    Since she said it wasn''t perfume but a rare incense from Mosgravia, she could have her hands on it,


    probably with Justin''s help.


    But who had Jameson received his help from? Did they know each other? Or was it just a coincidence?


    Lost in thought, Jasper found himself in front of a carved door.


    "Mr. Beckett, Mr. Justin is inside." Sheryl stepped aside to let him pass.


    Jasper''s breath grew heavier as he stepped through the door.


    Inside the room, light smoke filled the air, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.


    "Ahem... Jasper, you''re finally here."


    Justin maneuvered his motorized wheelchair out of the room. His face lit up with joy at the sight of his


    brother.


    "Justin." Jasper hurried to his side.


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    Justin reached out and took his hand. As he looked up at Jasper, his eyes were twinkling. "It''s been


    over ten years since west saw each other, right? I really missed you.


    "Why do you look thinner than thest time you video-called me from Grandpa''s house? Have you


    been very busytely?"


    "It''s bearable," Jasper replied warmly.


    "No matter how busy you are, you have to take care of your body. After all, you''re the president of


    Beckett Group."


    Justin coughed a few times, causing a blush to creep onto his pale cheeks. "This is me now. There''s


    really nothing I can do to help you as your brother. The future of Beckett Group will rest solely on your


    shoulders."


    "Don''t say that, Justin."


    Jasper''s throat tightened. "If you want, you cane back to Sna City to recuperate at any time. If


    you get better in the future and you want to return to Beckett Group to make a name for yourself, I''ll


    wee you back."


    Before seeing Justin, Jasper had countless spections and doubts.


    But now, seeing his disabled brother sitting in a wheelchair, he couldn''t help but feel a surge of guilt in


    his heart.


    The eldest son of the Beckett family was once so full of vitality and charm. But now, Jasper only saw a


    weak and pale patient who had been tortured by internal injuries. Justin looked so fragile.


    All the tragedies stemmed from that kidnapping case.


    But if Justin hadn''t stepped forward, then the person exiled in a foreignnd, relying on a wheelchair to


    get through the days, would have been himself.


    In the guest room, the two brothers sat facing each other.


    Sheryl disyed her tea-making skills on the side. Her hands danced elegantly as she prepared the


    tea, which was pleasing to the eye.


    Jasper kept his eyes on her hands, lost in thought.


    Justin smiled contentedly. "Jasper, my body has improved slightly in recent years, thanks to Sheryl''s


    care and treatment. She''s my personal doctor, a friend, and she''s also family."


    "Mr. Justin, please don''t say that. I''m honored to be able to take care of you."


    Sheryl''s gaze was tender as she pushed a cup of tea in front of Jasper. "Have some tea, Mr. Beckett."


    Jasper remained impassive.


    Suddenly, Justin said with a smile, "Speaking of which, there seem to be some connections between


    you and Sheryl."


    "Connections?"


    "I remember you saying that after graduating from military school, you joined Peacekeeping Forces and


    went to Luminara for international aid and counter-terrorism operations. It just so happened that Sheryl


    was also in Luminara at that time."


    Justin turned his gaze toward Sheryl.


    Jasper lowered his eyelids. "Is that so? That''s indeed a coincidence."


    "At that time, Sheryl served as a doctor without borders in Luminara. Maybe she treated some of your


    comrades."


    Doctor without borders?


    Those casually spoken words struck a nerve with Jasper.


    He looked up at Sheryl sharply. In his mind, he saw the sparkling, luminous eyes of White Dove.Q