No matter what, they’re partners, so it’s important to show some concern.

Thea Shaw was direct: "Dad, are your business dealings with him very deep? If so, you’d better clear things up right away. The guy’s going to die."

"Die?"

It was the first time Thea Shaw had so clearly predicted someone’s death, and Mr. Sutton was a bit shocked: "How is he going to die? Is it going to be some accident? He looks fat and takes care of his health usually, it’s not likely to be a physical issue, right?"

"It is a physical reason," Thea Shaw confidently replied, "He’s got a serious illness, it’s a sign that he doesn’t have long to live. As for the hospital saying his health reports were normal, I wouldn’t know about that."

Mr. Sutton pondered for a while and then his tone became somewhat complex: "Is there no way to save him?"

Knowing the news of a living person’s death is always emotionally complex.

"He’s got the illness, just like knowing it’s cancer; you understand there’s no way to save him, there’s nothing to be done. Besides..." Thea Shaw’s eyes shifted slightly: "I generally don’t take on cases like his. Those who live by deceit and crime don’t deserve my help to avoid calamity. Dad, next time someone asks for your help, just send me their photo. I’ll decide then if I’ll take the business."

Mr. Sutton replied, "Alright."

After hanging up the phone, Thea Shaw didn’t give Samuel Hayes much thought.

Every day in this world, people die, thousands meet misfortune, countless are diagnosed with serious diseases; it’s almost become a natural law.

There shouldn’t be any doubt about it.

Even if there is a doubt, it’s about how Samuel Hayes has a serious illness that hospitals fail to detect.

Unexpectedly, it indeed turned out just as Thea Shaw predicted.

Even if Samuel Hayes underestimated Thea Shaw’s words, the Aetherium Sect had also previously advised him to go to the hospital. He did a simple check and, assured it turned out normal, felt at ease, even as Thea Shaw recommended another check.

He couldn’t help it, so he visited two more hospitals, wasted a few days, and got the same results — his health was fine.

He now thought all those in fortune-telling were con artists.

Yet, recalling Thea Shaw’s advice to visit more hospitals, he went to two more large hospitals for peace of mind.

Who could have guessed that something would really turn up.

At the fourth hospital, he was seen by an old doctor who noted something was off about his body odor. Finally, the doctor took Samuel Hayes for a completely new examination, and then delivered unfortunate news.

Samuel Hayes indeed had a severe illness, the cause of which is unknown, but there have only been five occurrences worldwide, all unfortunately in China. Because the disease is complex, those afflicted experience a slow death; when they die, they don’t suffer much, only giving off an increasingly putrid, strong odor.

Many diseases emit foul smells, but this is a new type.

Currently, this hospital was just one that had accepted a case before. Other hospitals are spread across other cities, and since there isn’t enough data due to the novelty of the illness, they haven’t reported it to international organizations. Currently, they can’t define it.

For now, they call it Corpse Decay Disease, an untreatable terminal illness.

When Samuel Hayes was told this, his body went cold, he collapsed to the ground, his mind felt like it had been struck by lightning, booming, and he could hear nothing more.