Brandon Piers went downstairs and Old Mr. Smith was still there.
After treating the wound, Old Mr. Smith looked at Brandon with a complicated expression. "Did you find out something?"
Otherwise, with Brandon's temperament, how could he tolerate him and not be too confused about Jeffrey Foster taking Abigail away?
"Yes." Brandon responded dully. He would rather not know the truth, so he wouldn't be so jealous.
Old Mr. Smith sighed lightly, "Alright."
After saying this, he got up and, with a stooped back, walked towards his room.
Brandon glanced at him, feeling bad. At this moment, his phone rang, and Kelvin Max had brought Sophie Hope over.
Brandon put aside his chaotic feelings and headed straight for the basement.
When he arrived, Sophie was already kneeling on the ground.
Brandon's handsome face was dark, like Hades in the dark night. "Do you know I trusted you to take care of Abigail?"
Sophie remained silent.
