He was left alone, except there were hundreds of bodyguards and servants taking care of the mansion.
He entered the mansion and took off his winter jacket, and put it on the hanger. He put his shoes on the shoe rack, but after that, he didn't go upstairs— instead, he walked past the stairs and walked to the end of the corridor where one door was located.
After the door was opened, a large room, which looked like a gym, became visible. This was Whitelock's personal gym, and there were already a dozen bodyguards exercising.
They saw Isaac appearing— they stopped what they were doing and bowed.
Isaac nodded and went towards the dumbbells.
He is athletic enough to run 2km without getting exhausted, but his physical strength is nonexistent.
He took the 5kg dumbbells and started lifting them up.
But, that alone gave him difficulties. He gritted his teeth and did squats while holding the dumbbell.
Sweatdrops appeared on his delicate foreheads, and soon his face was drenched in sweat.
''Huff... Huff...'' He did 10 squats before he had to stop to catch a breath.
''Young master.'' Isaac turned his head and saw Michael and Richard coming with tight shirts and pants, which outlined their perfect muscular bodies clearly.
Isaac nodded with a tired expression, and then he asked, ''W-Why doesn't my strength increase?''
Michael wryly smiled, ''Young master, I don't know.''
They have done a training routine for Isaac, which should improve physical strength— it has worked for every bodyguard so far.
But Isaac is an exception.
Isaac sat down on the floor with a defeated expression. His chest went up and down, and he tried to calm down his breathing.
Michael offered a towel, which Isaac took with gratitude.
He wiped his sweat from his face and from his collarbone.
''Young Master, you don't need to be sad. Strength is not everything.'' Richard mentioned.
Michael nodded, ''Your stamina is as great as bodyguards— you need to use that to your advantage.''
Isaac listened to their advice— he nodded with gratitude and stood up.
''I will go take a snack— you guys want any?'' Isaac asked.
Michael and Richard smiled and shook heads.
Isaac left the gym and entered the kitchen.
When he was about to open the refrigerator, a stinging pain appeared on his head.
''Argh!'' Isaac fell down on his knees— he clutched his head in agony.
The memories he wanted to forget resurfaced.
Dozen people with ski masks on their faces and the sound of their laughter when their fists and kicks crushed his bones.
Minutes later, the headache disappeared, but the memories are still vivid in his mind.
Ichiro had cold sweat pouring from his forehead.
Isaac took a deep breath.
''Oliver... Were you one of them?'' Isaac's eyes went cold.
He wiped the dust from his pants and opened the refrigerator.
That incident happened one year ago, and doctors thought that the trauma would hinder Isaac's daily life for a long time.
But, Isaac overcame the trauma in only 2 weeks! But, it doesn't mean that it is over completely.
The doctors could only look with amazement as Isaac acted like nothing had happened.
They even did brain scans if there were any damage there, but he was completely fine... Except, he had to stay in a wheelchair for half a year.
His parents with absolute determination wanted to find who were the men with ski masks, but they never found out. They haven't stopped searching, and once they find out... Only hell awaits for the men with ski masks.
But, now Isaac had a hunch that everything had to do with Oliver.
With a firm look, he looked outside the window.
He could get Marvin to gather his friends and storm towards Oliver's house and make him suffer, but Isaac has other plans.
He will use Oliver to find the identity of the men with ski masks. He wants to find their motive... And he wants to have his revenge by his own hands.
Isaac is tired of being a weak and protected individual.
Maybe after his revenge.... He can hold his head high.