Manuel Ink could only stop helplessly.
Sumr Sutton was already on the plane with Old Master Ink, a small helicopter.
Once she sat down, her nerves were on edge.
She fastened the seatbelt tightly, gripping the seat with both hands.
Her nervousness only earned a roll of the eyes from the Old Master.
"Such a coward," he threw two words at her and continued flying.
Sumr Sutton thought to herself, with his skills, how could she not be scared?
If Adrian Walyon were flying today, she wouldn’t be so worried.
But until she got the dicine, this elderly man was essentially the emperor, and she couldn’t defy him.
She pursed her lips and ignored his remark, continuing to hold the seat tightly.
The helicopter slowly took off, leaving the ground, ascending gradually.
Sumr Sutton looked out the window, seeing Manuel Ink standing below, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on them.
He seed sowhat worried, never taking his eyes off them.
Seeing him like that made Sumr Sutton pause.
The Old Master even dismissed Manuel Ink with disdain, particularly scornful of his worried look.
"Back in the day, when I flew fighter jets, he was still in diapers! How dare he doubt my skills!"
"Yes, yes!" Sumr Sutton appeased him, cautiously glancing at him, but then swiftly changed her tone, "Grandpa Ink, that airplane accident when you injured your leg, you weren’t flying it yourself, were you?"
Her words...
The first part acknowledged his great skills, while the latter practically dismissed him.
Old Master Ink’s eyelids twitched slightly at her words, with an awkward expression for quite a while.
"Little girl, what do you know?" he berated Sumr Sutton, not admitting anything.
But from his reaction, Sumr Sutton knew she was probably right.
Considering his skills had left his leg disabled for decades, they truly were remarkable...
When Sumr Sutton first got on the helicopter, she was already in a panic.
After confirming that, her hair stood on end.
Sumr Sutton felt particularly bitter inside.
Can anyone save her?
Is there still ti for her to start writing her will?
On the grass, Manuel Ink kept watching intently.
He seed equally tense, lifting his face, his gaze following the helicopter, wherever it flew.
Two minutes after Sumr Sutton and the Old Master took off, he even called in the rescue team, ready for action anyti.
Sumr Sutton’s mind was tense; she hadn’t relaxed since boarding the helicopter.
The Old Master, however, acted like nothing was wrong, constantly urging her to enjoy the view.
"Look, the Ink Family from above, in the rain, isn’t it beautiful?"
"You’ve never seen a view like this elsewhere, have you?"
"You young people lack the eye for discovering beauty."
All he ntioned were scenic wonders, while Sumr Sutton added gloomily, "Grandpa Ink, I cherish my life."
She ant that she wasn’t as reckless as him to fly a helicopter in the rain just to appreciate the view.
The Old Master’s face imdiately stiffened.
"I’ve told you countless tis, trust my skills!" he reprimanded, clearly displeased.
"Yes, yes, whatever you say is right," Sumr Sutton agreed repeatedly, "So, can we go down now?"
In the end, she was still afraid the Old Master piloting personally might result in an accident.
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