"Creak."

  The door of the Death Shack creaked open.

  Jake and Ethan walked in, looking at the two figures lying unconscious on the floor.

  "Make it quick," Jake said.

  "You got it." Ethan, ambidextrous as ever, hoisted the young man and the butler over his shoulders, carrying them outside to the electric cart. He then deposited them just outside the Death Shack.

  Moments later, both the young man and the butler stirred awake.

  The butler, eyes snapping open, sat up abruptly, looking around wildly, calling out anxiously.

  "Master, where are you?"

  Seeing the young man lying next to him, the butler let out a sigh of relief, his heart, which had been pounding like a trapped bird, gradually calmed down.

  "Thank goodness, thank goodness." The butler's eyes welled up.

  After years of loyal service, he had come to regard the young man as his own son.

  The young man's eyelids fluttered, and then he opened his eyes, a confused look on his face.

  "Master." The butler helped him sit up.

  The young man glanced around, still dazed, and then looked at the butler, smiling weakly. "Uncle Eric, why are you crying?"

  "What did you say?" The butler stared at the young man, dumbfounded, then blurted out, "Say that again!"

  "What's wrong?" The young man scratched his head, puzzled by the butler's reaction.

  "Master." The butler pulled the young man into a tight embrace, bursting into tears. "You haven't called me 'Uncle' in so long, not since Lynn left you!"

  "You're back!"

  "You're finally back!"

  Hearing Lynn's name, a bitter smile crossed the young man's face. His fists clenched involuntarily, his nails digging deep into his palms, bringing a sharp, stinging pain, but nothing compared to the ache in his heart.

  "Uncle Eric, should we go to the U.S.?" the young man asked. "I can't live without Lynn. I'm going to bring her back!"

  "Tsk, tsk…" Liam clicked his tongue. "So high and mighty a minute ago, you'd think he was some hotshot celebrity. Turns out he's just another simp!"

  Ethan scratched his head, adding, "Looks like he's got money, but still gets dumped. Old saying's true, simps never win."

  Mike nudged them both. "Keep it down, don't let him hear you."

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  Just then, Jake heard the system's cheerful notification chime in his ear.

  "Ding! Successfully fulfilled a special guest’s wish."

  "Reward being issued!"

  "Reward issued successfully. Please check, Host!"

  "Yes!" Jake grinned, clenching his right fist in a gesture of triumph.

  The butler approached Jake and bowed deeply.

  "What are you doing?" Jake asked, surprised.

  "Thank you for helping our Master rediscover his feelings." The butler maintained his 90-degree bow, presenting a business card with both hands. "I don't know how to properly thank you. If you ever need anything, please call the number on this card!"

  Jake took the card, smiling. "It was just a small thing, no need for all this. And it looks like he's still got a lot on his mind."

  The young man was still sitting on the ground, crying and laughing, and would have run back into the Death Shack for another round if Ethan hadn't stopped him.

  For him, being dumped and mistreated by the woman he loved was a devastating blow.

  But the endless yearning and inability to see the woman he loves could sometimes be more painful. Even seeing her still meant facing her indifference.

  "Haha." The butler chuckled. "The psychologist we hired said the hardest part was helping Master rediscover his feelings. The emotional recovery afterward should be much easier."

  "Well, then, congratulations in advance," Jake said.

  The butler bowed again and led the young man out of Starlight Amusement Park.

  Outside, the butler pulled out his phone and dialed a number listed as Yannick.

  Yannick was the most famous psychologist in the U.S., known for pioneering new techniques.

  One example was using physical therapy to treat addiction-related mental illness.

  "Hello, Professor Yannick," the butler said.

  On the other end of the line was a spacious, bright office. Seated behind the desk was a middle-aged man with a square face, wearing a white coat and glasses.

  "Butler Zhang, hello," Professor Yannick replied in a gentle voice. "What can I do for you?"

  "I would like to ask Professor Yannick to help our young master recover from his heartbreak," the butler said.

  Professor Yannick frowned slightly. "Butler Zhang, it's not that I don't want to treat him, but as I clearly stated before, your young master must first regain his lost feelings before proceeding…"

  "I'm sorry," the butler apologized repeatedly. "Professor Yannick, I wasn't clear. Our young master has already regained his emotions."

  Professor Yannick's expression changed, and he sat up straighter, his voice rising several notches.

  "What did you say?"

  "Your young master has regained his emotions?"

  "Who did it?"

  Professor Yannick reeled off several names.

  These were all internationally renowned psychologists who were equal to him in stature!

  "Tell me quickly, which expert helped your young master regain his emotions! I want to know how they did it!" Professor Yannick was anxious, pacing around like a cat on a hot tin roof.

  "Uh…" The butler suddenly hesitated for a moment, then said weakly, "Our young master just went through a haunted house and came out all better."

  Professor Yannick paused.

  Silence fell on both ends of the line.

  After a long moment, Professor Yannick said with annoyance, "If you don't want to tell me, you don't need to fob me off with a ridiculous story."

  "No, Professor Yannick, I'm serious," the butler said hastily, explaining the events that had taken place at Starlight Amusement Park in a concise and to-the-point manner.

  "How is that possible?" Professor Yannick exclaimed in disbelief, jumping up from his chair.

  "You mean to tell me that in the haunted house you experienced a dream-like, realistic hallucination?"

  "You can fool outsiders with this kind of talk, but I am the most professional in this field. I have never heard of any hypnosis or other method that can achieve such an effect?"

  "Tell me the truth!"

  Yannick's voice was getting more and more excitable.

  he was emotionally agitated, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

  Based on everything he had learned and seen, he absolutely refused to believe there was such a magical place in the world.

  “Mr.Yannick, if you don't believe me, you can come and see for yourself." With nothing else to say, the butler had no other choice.

  "Hmph." Professor Yannick gave a cold snort. "I must debunk your lies, and if I were duped I will force your young master to seek therapy from somebody else. But, if it's true, then I will work to treat your young master pro bono without charge, no pay at all."