Mr. Drexler slowly walked in, reached Noah Drexler, and lightly tapped his cane, opening his mouth with so displeasure.
"Autumn is injured now, you should at least consider her feelings. After all, she is your future wife, and you will be living together."
Noah Drexler looked at the old man in front of him, his cold eyes full of complex emotions.
The next second, he pressed his thin lips together and spoke.
"I don’t like nagging won." It was obvious that Autumn Duval had gone to complain again, and only this old man would fall for her tears and tantrums!
...
As soon as he finished speaking, Sumr Shawcross was startled for a mont, suddenly recalling that Noah Drexler used to often call her nagging...
Listening to Noah Drexler’s words, Mr. Drexler’s expression wasn’t great, but due to the current situation, he didn’t continue saying anything. Instead, he suddenly glanced at Sumr Shawcross beside Noah Drexler, his gaze pausing on her for a second before suddenly shifting away, surveying the bedroom as if searching for sothing.
"Where’s that servant?" Not seeing the person he wanted to see, Mr. Drexler’s tone carried so confusion.
At this mont, the butler, Mr. Ye, lowered his voice and carefully reminded Mr. Drexler.
"Sir, there’s still soone standing next to the young master."
Upon hearing the butler’s words, Mr. Drexler looked again at the servant beside Noah Drexler. When he saw her dark complexion, his wrinkled face beca incredibly complicated.
"The woman you’ve taken a liking to, is it her?" Mr. Drexler asked in disbelief.
"That’s right." Noah Drexler pressed his thin lips together, admitting it frankly.
As his voice fell, Mr. Drexler was taken aback, staring at the servant in front of him for a while before finally sighing and speaking aningfully.
"I know that woman’s death hit you hard. But you can’t just give up on yourself." As he said this, Mr. Drexler’s expression turned serious.
After Mr. Drexler finished speaking, there was no change in Noah Drexler’s expression as he pressed his thin lips together and continued speaking in a cold voice.
"If Father is so idle, why not do so internal clearing."
When he finished speaking, Mr. Drexler’s expression changed.
"I’ll deal with Zachariah’s issue very strictly this ti."
After speaking, Mr. Drexler turned his head to look at the servant beside him again.
Disregarding her dark exterior, he only then noticed that from the mont he entered, her expression was full of clear... disdain!
"What’s your na?" Mr. Drexler stared at her for a while before asking.
Hearing Mr. Drexler’s question, Sumr Shawcross had no intention of answering him, but given her current status, she suppressed her inner disgust and replied.
"Esther."
As her voice fell, Mr. Drexler’s expression changed. Was it because he was old and his eyes were failing him, or did this servant just dare to roll her eyes at him?
The next second, Mr. Drexler tapped his cane and sternly reminded her.
"Take good care of the young master, or else, watch your skin!"
After saying this, Mr. Drexler turned around and left with the butler.
...
In the pink boudoir, Autumn Duval was sitting on the bed, drinking dicine fed by the servant.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Mr. Drexler slowly walked in from outside, leaning on his cane.
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