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Candice sat in the driver's seat and started the car smoothly: “Sit tight, I'll take you there, it'll be safer.” Horace gripped the corner of his cane tightly. In the past few days, his eyes had suddenly shown signs of improvement. The fog in front of his eyes had cleared considerably, and his daily activities were no longer particularly restricted. The doctor's test results also showed that the damage to his optic nerve had improved, which meant that he would soon have to leave this place. The car quickly drove toward the pier, and Horace got out midway to buy a pot of monstera. He liked this green plant. As a child, he had lived with his mother in a small courtyard in the countryside, where there were no flowers, only various green plants. Later, Amanda had brought several batches of rare green plants from abroad and filled the entire garden with them. But now, all of that was in the past... “Miss Bailey, I want to go alone and just take a look from afar by the sea.” Horace put on