Old Mr. Drexler didn’t speak; he simply extended his wrinkled hand, trembling as he picked up each shard of the broken cup and cradled them in his hands.
"Master, don’t be sad. Even though this cup is broken, there are many other things here that Madam liked," Butler Ye sighed gently, then comforted Old Mr. Drexler.
But Old Mr. Drexler shook his head and said with great sorrow.
"You don’t understand; this cup was her favorite. If she knew, she would definitely bla again."
His tone suddenly beca weak, filled with grief.
Watching this scene, Sumr Shawcross was startled, a bit stunned.
Unexpectedly, the breaking of that cup made Old Mr. Drexler so upset.
At this mont, she suddenly felt a bit of disdain for herself. How could she feel a trace of... sympathy for this old man she disliked?
She stared at Old Mr. Drexler for a mont and eventually couldn’t help but speak, curling her lips as she said.
"It seems there’s glue here; if you glue it back, it’ll still be presentable." When the servant brought things over, she glanced inside and noticed so glue.
After she spoke, Old Mr. Drexler was taken aback, then slowly turned his head to look at her.
Sumr didn’t say anything else but turned around, walked to the cabinet, rummaged through and found a bottle of glue, then handed it to Old Mr. Drexler.
"Here, take it!"
But Old Mr. Drexler just looked down at the glue in her hand, showing no intention of taking it.
Just as Sumr thought he didn’t want it and was about to retract her hand, Old Mr. Drexler’s voice suddenly rang out.
"I’m old, my eyes are failing; you’d better help glue it."
When he finished speaking, Sumr was stunned, her face full of shock.
She kindly found the glue for him, yet he audaciously wanted her to help him glue it? He really wasn’t afraid to be troubleso to others, just like that shaless Autumn Duval!
"The Drexler Family has plenty of servants, especially young ones; just find soone to help you!" Sumr rolled her eyes at Old Mr. Drexler, saying with disdain.
After she finished speaking, Old Mr. Drexler paused, then unhappily scolded her.
"You naughty girl, what’s wrong with helping an old man glue a cup? You wouldn’t even agree to that? Aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Hearing Old Mr. Drexler’s words, Sumr showed an expression of exasperation.
Here we go again...
"I already said, if anyone is struck by lightning, it should be you first!" she retorted with a look of contempt.
Seeing her look, Old Mr. Drexler paused, at a loss for words.
After a few seconds of stalemate, he tentatively opened his mouth to ask her.
"You really won’t help?"
"I won’t help!" she denied without hesitation, unwilling to assist this troubleso old man!
After being rejected again, Old Mr. Drexler’s expression froze for a mont, and a few seconds later, he spoke to her again.
"If you help this ti, I’ll give you sothing nice!"
Sothing nice?
Hearing this, Sumr hesitated, couldn’t help but glance at Old Mr. Drexler, and asked.
"How nice?"
Seeing this, Old Mr. Drexler smiled and replied,
"Priceless!"
Priceless? Hearing those words, Sumr wavered a bit.
"Deal!"
Anyway, fixing a cup wouldn’t take much effort.
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