The older generation has painstakingly carved their way one step at a ti.
People like Mr. Wilmar and Mr. Yancey are even more so.
"Damn it!"
Sadam Vinson felt a bit uneasy in his heart.
"..." Nathalie Quinlan said nothing, pursing her red lips, recalling the little notebook that Mr. Wilmar had handed her before. She had already passed it to Lowie Wilmar before leaving the provincial hospital.
She had looked into the nas in that little notebook; they were all old soldiers or the widows of old soldiers.
Mr. Wilmar would aid these people every month.
This should have been a private act, as the Wilmar Family was unaware.
Nathalie Quinlan remained silent for a long ti, then moved slightly, lowered her eyelids, and put down her hand holding the milk tea, only saying, "The dead can’t co back to life. At Mr. Wilmar’s age, it was only a matter of ti."
Sadam Vinson, related to Mr. Wilmar, glanced at her at her words, trying his best to adjust his mood, stretching his mouth in a forced smile, though he couldn’t hide his poor mood: "I know."
He seed to rember sothing, frowned, and said to Nathalie Quinlan, "Raymond Wilmar always wanted to keep the old man around so that Jecksen Wilmar could still find his footing in the Circle. Although their plan has fallen through this ti, with Mr. Wilmar’s sudden departure and no arrangents made for the future, the Wilmar Family is likely to descend into chaos for a while!"
He was speaking the truth.
The Wilmar Family, a large family with a huge family business, had the old man leave so abruptly without saying a word.
He hadn’t even ntioned who would handle the family’s matters afterward.
With Raymond Wilmar’s competitive nature and an ambitious son-in-law lurking by his side, there’s no telling that he might seize the opportunity amidst the chaos to grab the family business.
Yonathan Wilmar is a grown man; he couldn’t foresee such details.
His wife died young, too.
Leaving Yonathan Wilmar with only a son.
How could these two n, one big and one small, battle against Raymond Wilmar and his larger entourage?
Besides, Yonathan Wilmar as a person... Sadam Vinson thought of his uncle, and a string in his mind pulled painfully for no reason. His parents always said Yonathan Wilmar was a good man, straightforward and decisive, inheriting Mr. Wilmar’s staunch spirit.
Yet he looked down on Yonathan Wilmar.
What age are we in now?
Being straightforward has long ceased to be a complint.
Nowadays, isn’t it just about who has less sha and who dares to take risks?
Should Yonathan Wilmar go up against Raymond Wilmar, putting anything else aside, Raymond Wilmar could simply kick up a fuss at his ho or his work, and there’s no telling what might happen.
Sadam Vinson really didn’t want to see the Wilmar Family fall into the hands of people like Raymond Wilmar and Myles Sullivan, who had dubious intentions.
Agitated, he picked up the tea that Alfred Garland had made for him and drank a large gulp of it.
"Ugh... cough cough cough!" Who would’ve thought that Alfred Garland had used boiling water for the tea, and as he gulped it down, Alfred Garland didn’t even have ti to stop him.
They just watched as Sadam Vinson’s handso face turned red, unable to spit it out, unable to swallow it due to the heat.
It was a good while before he caught his breath, wearing a mournful expression, looking at himself: "Damn. Alfred, next ti tell if the water is too hot, will you? I damn near died on the spot!"
Alfred Garland maintained a straight face, watching with eyes and nose, suppressing a laugh, and replied rather earnestly, "Mr. Vinson, I didn’t expect you to drink tea so urgently either."
Sadam Vinson: "..."
Indeed, there was an art to drinking tea.
For instance, Mr. Yancey was soone who drank tea with style, needing to light incense and bathe before drinking it, making it a very ceremonious occasion.
Of course, his generation of young people didn’t understand those things.
In his eyes, the taste of Bamboo Leaf Green worth tens of thousands and the complintary tea from restaurants was about the sa.
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