The sudden voice startled Sumr Sutton, and her face abruptly turned around.
The person who walked in was an elderly man who looked about seventy, his hair starting to gray, but his spirit was still strong.
The old man’s walking pace was steady and asured, each step seeming to exude an oppressive force.
When Sumr Sutton saw the old man’s face, she imdiately guessed who he was.
She had done her howork before coming, having seen pictures of the old man online.
Sumr Sutton bowed respectfully when the old man approached, "Hello, Old Master Ink!"
The Old Master Ink rely humd softly, then walked over to the coffee table, picked up a set of car keys, and headed out the door.
He seed intent on leaving, despite the heavy rain outside, seemingly indifferent.
Even at his age, he still drove himself around.
His behavior left Sumr Sutton a bit stunned.
The old man didn’t linger in the living room; after taking the keys, the housekeeper escorted him out with an umbrella.
Sumr Sutton watched his figure fade into the distance, her gaze cautiously turning to Manuel Ink.
What Old Master Ink just said wasn’t actually wrong.
The Ink Family was clearly affluent, and Sumr Sutton feared that if the old man intervened, obtaining the thod to heal Watt Bennet’s leg injury would beco even harder.
Manuel Ink didn’t give her a direct answer; he stood up and headed to the dining room ahead of her.
"Hungry? Co over!"
Sumr Sutton had been standing outside for a day and night without having a al or sleep, so saying she wasn’t hungry would be a lie.
How could she not be hungry?
She was almost faint from hunger.
However, her purpose for coming here hadn’t been achieved, so even with a lavish feast laid out by Manuel Ink, she couldn’t eat.
Sumr Sutton remained rooted in her spot, not moving.
Seeing she hadn’t followed, Manuel Ink turned his head slightly to glance at her.
"Co over!" he called out again, his volu slightly raised.
Afraid to annoy him, Sumr Sutton hesitated before finally following him.
The food in the dining room seed to have been prepared in advance.
A table of Chinese lunch, all catered to her tastes.
After sitting down, Sumr Sutton stared at the full table of dishes, surprised for a mont.
Having spent a few days with Manuel Ink, it wasn’t surprising he knew her preferences.
What shocked Sumr Sutton was that he actually rembered them...
She raised her face again, her gaze falling on him.
Manuel Ink offered no explanation, simply tossing a word her way, "Eat."
His tone was unlike Adrian Walyon, who always spoke in a domineering manner.
Though Manuel Ink’s presence was cold and strong, Sumr Sutton thoughtfully recalled that when he spoke to her, his deanor never matched the sharpness of his presence.
His tone with her was consistently mild, slightly chilly, like the breeze in early spring, faintly cool but not chilling.
He likely hadn’t eaten lunch either; after uttering a word to Sumr Sutton, he picked up chopsticks and silently began eating.
Sumr Sutton had no choice but to join him in the al.
With Watt Bennet’s issue unresolved, Sumr Sutton’s heart couldn’t settle.
After just a couple of bites, her face suddenly lifted.
"About what I said earlier..." she began, trying to steer the conversation back to business, but as soon as she spoke, Manuel Ink casually retorted, "Eat properly!"
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