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“I don't get what you mean.” Patrick knitted his brows. Grandpa is not in good health, yet he's bothering Grandma so much she's
crying for help?
The housekeeper's face turned red, and she lowered her head to explain, “Old Mr. Lowen was sleeping, and all of a sudden, he
tried to get intimate with Old Mrs. Lowen.”
Patrick's expression turned uneasy when he heard that. Do they still have such needs, even though they're already in their
seventies?
With a perplexed look on his face, he asked, “Has this happened before?”
The housekeeper shook her head. “Nope. There's something strange about him tonight. That's why I came to look for you, Mr.
Lowen. Could you please go and check on them?”
They were hesitant to enter the room, but Alice's miserable screams filled them with fear that something might be seriously
wrong.
Patrick, whose face grew darker, did not want to handle such matters personally. In a cold voice, he ordered, “Tell the butler to go
in and see what's going on.”
After speaking, he picked up his phone and called Kevin.
Kevin answered the call in seconds.
“Pat, why are you still awake at this hour?” He sounded tired, accompanied by a yawn.
“Kev, do you think my grandparents can still engage in physical intimacy at their age?” Patrick asked.
He was cautious about his choice of words because he had no idea how to phrase them appropriately. After all, he did not know
much about the elderly folks.

He lived outside most of the time, so he had never encountered such a situation before.
Given their deep bond, he surmised that it was not uncommon for his grandparents to become intimate with each other. Besides,
he believed elders in their seventies were capable of engaging in physical intimacy because he was confident he could still
perform well at their age.
Kevin widened his eyes. “Why are you asking about this? Technically, they still can. But your grandfather isn't in great health, so I
think it's better not to. You should advise him to take care of his health.”
At that moment, the housekeeper came rushing over again, her face filled with worry. “Mr. Lowen, please go and take a look! Old
Mr. Lowen is not looking good!”
Without hesitation, Patrick headed toward the door, speaking as he walked. “Come over to the Lowen residence right now.”
“Is Old Mr. Lowen not feeling well? All right, I'll be there in a moment,” Kevin responded.
Patrick had already stepped out of his bedroom and gone upstairs by the time he ended the call.
Upon entering their room, he was greeted by a flurry of housekeepers bustling about.
Alice, draped in a coat, sat in an armchair with a troubled expression, seemingly startled by the situation.
Hector was half-leaning against the headboard, his face flushed and his clothes slightly loosened. He appeared overheated and
was struggling to catch his breath. “It's so hot. I feel so hot.”
The housekeepers were diligently wiping his body with towels dipped in cold water, but it seemed to offer little relief as he still
appeared distressed.
One of the housekeepers suggested, “Should we soak Old Mr. Lowen in a tub of cold water?”
Undoubtedly, immersing him in a tub of cold water would be more effective than using cold towels to wipe his body.

Patrick glanced at the time and inquired, “Where are the family doctors? Have them hurry over here.”
Hector's doctors were always by his side, and they typically lodged in the building next door, a mere five-minute walk from the
main residence.
The butler wiped the sweat off his forehead and replied, “I've already informed them. They should be arriving soon.”
Patrick hummed in response before walking to Hector. “Grandpa, how are you feeling?”
Hector opened his eyes and gazed at Patrick. With just one glance at his bloodshot eyes, Patrick instantly knew what he was
thinking.
In a grim tone, Patrick asked, “What kind of medicine did Old Mr. Lowen take today? Did he take any aphrodisiac?”
The housekeeper responsible for Hector's medications quickly stepped forward and replied, “Old Mr. Lowen only took his usual
medication today, Mr. Lowen. He didn't take those pills.”
The young housekeeper became so anxious that she was on the verge of tears. She had only been working at the Lowen
residence for three months and was about to become a permanent employee. Hence, she hoped tonight's incident would not
affect her chances or cause her to lose her job.
Suddenly, the butler recalled something that had happened earlier. “Mr. Lowen, after you returned, Old Mr. Lowen came
downstairs and asked if you had eaten supper. When he saw you hadn't, he said he was feeling hungry and ate the beef
stroganoff Ms. Ashton prepared. Could there have been something wrong with her cooking?”