Chapter 1103: Chapter 1103

Chapter 1103:

“Mr. Green?” Christopher rushed toward the commotion when he saw Rhys struggling.

Rhys hastily said, “Christopher, get these guys off me! Are you part of this too? What’s going on here? Hold on. Why are you so tall now? What happened since I’ve been…”

Rhys bombarded Christopher with questions, each one carrying the innocence of youth.

Caught off guard, Christopher was at a loss.

He looked at Rhys, seeing both the man he knew and someone entirely different. Rhys’ eyes seemed vacant, as if part of him had vanished. What had happened? Could it be that Rhys had recovered some memories during his brief escape? Yet, his speech and actions seemed immature.

Could his mental state have reverted to that of a child?

Concerned that this younger version of Rhys might cause chaos, Christopher hastened to calm him.

“Mr. Green, these men are not here to harm you!”

Upon hearing this, the two men in black, following a subtle cue from Harlee, quickly released Rhys and vanished from the room with incredible speed.

Standing close to Rhys, Christopher, with a shaky voice, asked, “Mr. Green, how old do you think you are right now?”

At Christopher’s words, Rhys, even with a mindset stuck at ten years old, quickly assessed his circumstances. It seemed something had reverted his mind to that of a child.

“How old am I now?” Rhys asked back.

Despite everything, Rhys still emitted an aura that overwhelmed Christopher.

Christopher promptly responded with deference, “Mr. Green, you’re currently thirty-three.”

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Thirty-three… That explained it. Rhys quietly scrutinized Christopher. The composed, confident man before him was hard to reconcile with the fragile, fearful boy he had rescued.

In Rhys’ recollection, Christopher had always been timid and hesitant. Now, although Christopher was visibly unsettled by Rhys’ commanding presence, he maintained a respectful, fearless demeanor.

Feeling Rhys’ intense scrutiny, Christopher shuddered slightly and cautiously asked, “Mr. Green, to what point do you recall?”

“Up to when I was ten,” Rhys responded with simple frankness. Instead of feeling embarrassed about his memories, he actually felt quite proud of his intellect.

He believed that even with his current mindset, he was sharp enough to avoid being manipulated into memory regression.

“How pathetic my thirty-three-year-old self is!” Rhys muttered to himself, sinking back into the couch.

After a pause, Rhys asked, “Christopher, what’s going on with me at thirty-three?”

Christopher opened his mouth to speak but hesitated, finding himself at a loss for words.

Explaining the complexities of adult life to a child seemed out of place.

“Mr. Green, it might be best if you didn’t know just yet,” Christopher said, his face contorting with discomfort.

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