As soon as Melanie left the room, she ended up face to face with the Smith family butler. She lowered her head and concealed her feelings. She held her right hand firmly over her left to cover it more. “What is it?”
“Don Smith is waiting for you,” The butler replied in a professional manner.
She nodded and followed him to the courtyard. Don Smith did not seem to plan on going to sleep. It was already so late, yet he was still drinking tea. The type of tea he drank helps keep people awake, so it certainly does not help with sleep, especially for old people at his age.
“Grandfather,” She greeted dutifully.
The old man waved his hand, beckoning for her to sit down. There were only street lamps in the courtyard, so it wasn’t that bright. Hence, she didn’t need to conceal her wounded left hand.
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