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His body broke down, but what could he do?
Butler Santana, though anxious, had no choice, and it wasn't appropriate to ask too much.
All she could do was to fulfill her duties.
Charles Mcintosh walked to the smoking room and lit up a cigarette,
his profound visage now wore an added sense of melancholy and helplessness.
For a long time, he smoked and made a call to Lilac Serval.
"Little Lilac."
"What is it?" Lilac Serval's tone was indifferent, her face slightly cold.
"Bring Chale Cheney back to the country for a visit."
"Tell me how."
"..." Charles Mcintosh fell silent.
"Mr. Mcintosh, it's Little Chale Cheney himself who refuses to go back now; he says he doesn't like Mr. Cheney anymore."
"When he's older, he'll understand," Charles Mcintosh said helplessly.
