Meanwhile, at a nursing home in Blumedale, Cillian flew into a rage and kicked over the washbasin in front of him. The hot water inside immediately spilled all over the floor.
He shouted furiously, “Damn it, I was once a billionaire, the head of the Ulrich family! Now I’ve been reduced to this godforsaken place surrounded by nothing but idiots! I want to make a phone call to the Ulrich family. They have to move me somewhere else!”
He gestured wildly at the caregiver serving him, ranting and raving.
The caregiver, Alyssa Carter, was a petite and cute young lady in her uniform.
She watched the raging Cillian with trembling fear, saying, “Sir, please just bear with it a little longer! Mr. Mason gave orders that after your stay here for a while, he’ll move you to a new place.”
Cillian became even more furious. “Bullshit! At this point, do you really think I’d believe that little bastard’s promises? He replaced me, his own father, and became Andrew’s loyal dog and lackey! This is a disgrace to the Ulrich family and a disgrace to my lifelong reputation!”
Alyssa mumbled quietly, “Sir, you’re already lucky to be living in such a nice nursing home. Mr. Mason just took power recently, so you’d better not say such things just in case someone with ulterior motives overhears.”
This only made Cillian more agitated as he shouted, “Mason, my own son, is a traitor and a disgrace to the Ulrich family! If I had known this bastard would be so heartless and ungrateful, I would’ve sent him away when he was born. No, I should’ve just had him aborted.”
Alyssa looked terrified, not expecting this old man’s mouth to be so vicious. Seeing her stunned expression, Cillian felt pleased, and his heart grew heated with desire.
He suddenly pulled Alyssa into his arms. “Alyssa, you’ve been serving me for about half a month now, haven’t you? During this half month, I’ve been living like a monk, staying away from women. Recently, I’ve been feeling restless and agitated, with my whole body feeling uncomfortable. How about giving me a chance to cool down?”
Licking his lips, Cillian looked absolutely disgusting and perverted.
Alyssa struggled hard and screamed, “Sir, no, absolutely not! I’m only here to take care of you under orders. Mr. Mason didn’t tell me to do anything else.”
Cillian would not let go and glared at her. “What are you afraid of? Do you know what an honor it would be to sleep with me? When I get out and make my comeback, you’ll be living the high life!”
Alyssa stammered, “B-But even if I gave in to you, you’re so old. Can you even still do it?”
Cillian’s face turned red with rage. “You little bitch, how dare you look down on me! Fine, I’ll show you what it means to age like fine wine. Men in their 60s are still in their prime!”
Alyssa giggled coquettishly and seemed to half-resist, half comply as Cillian began undressing her. Cillian was breathing heavily, feeling excited, and hurriedly began taking off his pants.
However, just as he was halfway undone, Alyssa suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs. “Help! Someone come quickly! This old pervert is trying to rape me! I don’t want to live anymore. Dr. Morris and all the supervisors, you have to help me!”
Looking at Alyssa, who had been happy and willing just moments before but was now crying and playing the victim, Cillian was stunned.