Chapter 55

The butler looked troubled. “Well… You should ask the young master yourself.”

“I wouldn’t be asking you if he would tell me.”

The butler was forced to a corner and had no choice, so he began. “In order to understand the situation, we’ll have to start from back when the young master was eight years old—”

He had just begun his story when the sound of a car was heard from the courtyard outside.

The butler let out a cry, as if he were a thief, and shut his mouth. He did not dare say another word