With a swift motion, Jocelyn was pulled into his arms, as he looked at Ian with resistance!

"Jocelyn..." Finally seeing the person he’d been thinking of day and night, Ian didn’t care about the gazes of others. He walked towards her, and at that moment, his eyes and heart were filled only with her.

Jocelyn looked at his weary face, even from such a distance she could see the stubble on his chin. Her heart churned with bitterness, overshadowed by a pang of deep-seated pain!

She removed her aunt’s hand from her shoulder and also took steps towards Ian... like a slow-motion scene in a movie, they walked towards each other.

"Ian..." Jocelyn felt a deep compassion for him. With tears in her eyes, she willingly rushed into his embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

Ian held her tightly, his chin resting in her hair as they shared a long-awaited, passionate hug.

"I’m sorry." Ian felt a crushing guilt, a throbbing pain in his chest. "I’m sorry, Jocelyn, I made you suffer." He held her tightly, as if trying to merge her into his own body.

"No... this isn’t your fault." Jocelyn’s heart ached, she looked up from his embrace, tears in her eyes as she asked, "Why do you look so worn out? You’ve even grown a beard."

"..." Ian gazed deeply into her eyes, unwilling to even blink.

This scene moved Trevor and Janelle, especially Janelle, whose eyes welled up with tears because she knew what Ian had been through in those days.

Especially that night in the ancient town, where he stood the whole night in the wind and rain...

But it didn’t move the two elders of the Morgan family, particularly Jasmine.

She instinctively turned her gaze to Trevor, whose aura of safety made her feel more assured the longer she looked.

The fact that Trevor was the first to find Jocelyn made Jasmine even more relieved.

Perhaps, she thought, this was destiny’s arrangement.

"Jocelyn." Jasmine snapped back to reality and stepped forward, pulling Jocelyn away from Ian’s arms and hugging her shoulders again. "Let’s go home with Auntie and take good care of your health."

By then, Jocelyn was already in tears, her heart shattered, while Ian’s feelings were incredibly complicated.

"Dr. Shelby, please stay away from our Jocelyn in the future!" Jasmine looked directly at him, speaking bluntly, "Jocelyn didn’t die this time, but we must learn from this. We cannot let the same mistake happen again!"

Hearing this, Ian was deeply disheartened. He understood her meaning, "Auntie, I’m sorry. I love Jocelyn, I can’t stay away from her."

"Then figure it out!" Jasmine’s attitude was firm, she didn’t want to waste more words with him, and looked at the girl, "Jocelyn, come on, let’s go home with Auntie!"

"Auntie..." Jocelyn knew everyone was worried about her.

"Jocelyn, let’s talk when we get home." Everett interrupted the girl, taking her hand, and leading her outside.

Jasmine turned her gaze to Trevor, her voice becoming exceptionally gentle, "Trevor, thank you. I’ll treat you to a meal another day."

She said this for Ian to hear, and after speaking, Jasmine also turned to leave, without sparing Ian another glance.

Janelle was puzzled, wondering why she was thanking Trevor?

And why invite him to dinner?? Turning to look at Trevor, she found him equally perplexed.

Trevor had a bewildered look on his face.

Ian watched them and then turned to follow...

Downstairs, in a certain room.

Harlan took out a handwritten medical book from the cabinet and handed it to Mia. She took it in her hands, glancing at the cover, she recognized it as her master’s handwriting.

"Where is Master?" This was Mia’s most pressing question. She was both hopeful and afraid to know the answer.

Harlan had a determined look, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, "His mission is complete, he has gone to heaven."

Mia felt a pang in her heart, as Justin wrapped his arm around her shoulders, leaving her mind in a daze.

"Master was always healthy, how did he die?" Mia desperately wanted an answer, and she had a vague sense of foreboding.

Harlan did not wish to stir up hatred again, and to honor his senior’s dying wish, he did not reveal much.