"He really doesn't let go." Grace Yakov's eyes flickered, glancing at the tea prepared in front of her, as if to complain that someone had disturbed her elegant tea drinking mood.
Just about to get up and return to her room, the butler spoke again, "Lady, Mr. Chester asked me to tell you that he knows about what happened back then. If you are unwilling to help him, please treat him as if he only came to visit an elder and would like to ask you about his parents' affairs."
"I don't know much about his parents' affairs either. If he really wants to know, he should go ask Sheldon Yale." Grace Yakov's gaze paused for a moment, and then immediately, resumed its calm.
"Tell him, I won't help him, and I don't want to see him. There's no need for him to come again. Also, have someone check on the girl's situation, and if she's all right, you don't need to tell me."
"Yes." The butler bowed respectfully and retreated.
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