The man leading the way wore a dark brown coat, as he walked tall and straight in the rain and fog. As the dim lights from the courtyard's pavilions reflected upon his black umbrella, the scattering raindrops seemed to glisten with a gentle glow.
Fine droplets of water gathered on his shoulders.
As he slowly walked up the stairs, Ivan closed the umbrella and stood aside.
Erwin Jackson moved aside and called out respectfully, "Uncle Morris."
Morris Jackson brushed some raindrops off his shoulders, and his slender fingertips became damp.
Ivan handed him a white handkerchief, and Morris wiped his hands with it.
When he looked up, his cold gaze fell upon Erwin Jackson for a moment, before he shifted his eyes away and responded with a grunt. He then asked, "Where is the old man?"
Erwin Jackson replied respectfully, "Grandfather is in the inner room, along with Doctor William."
Morris Jackson's eyes narrowed.
