The Established Siblings of the Pack

“Sir, this week, the Wynns have been obedient and served you in every possible way. Why are you still trying to hurt us?”

Henry had only realized about it at this moment.

He said tremblingly, “That’s right. My grandson has already been disabled. Why are you still unwilling to let us go? Are you only going to give up after seeing our downfall?”

Speaking of Alex, Henry felt pain as his expression became darker.

“Sir, although you’re a noble person, I am already eighty years old. Are you still not satisfied after I’ve washed your feet, massaged you, and bowed to you every day to greet you this past week?”

“Of course, I do. I’m very satisfied.” Mason leaned back on the sofa and reminisced. “I haven’t been served like this for many years.”

Hearing this, Henry and Clarence couldn’t help but ask in unison, “Then, why are you still trying to harm us?”

Mason spread his hands. “It is for your own good when I asked you to sign the contract. I have no idea Ares would let Clerk Corporation off the hook.”

Hearing that, Henry and Clarence stayed silent while the Wynns looked at each other in dismay.

Clarence’s face turned pale. Clarence asked, “W-What do you mean by that? Aren’t you Ares, the God of War?”

“Who told you I am Ares?” Mason looked innocent. “I am just an old tramp. You are the one who wanted to apologize and serve me. I never said I am Ares!”

It was dead silence. The living room seemed to freeze as it was eerily silent.

Clarence was the first to come back to his senses. With a trembling hand, he pointed at Mason. “Y-You are not Ares. You are just an

are kind-hearted. You found a doctor to cure me and

gave

best server goes to Old Master Henry. Not only did he wash my feet every day, but he bowed to greet me every

he gushed out a mouthful of blood. In addition, he was

it. Now looking back, it was a real shame and a joke. This dark history of the Wynn

slumped

This morning, he was shocked by the bank’s loan reminder and fainted. After leaving the mess to Reene, he had been beaten into the abyss again in just

it enymore. His pupils greduelly dileted

wrong, Ded?!”

limping on

Ysebel

pleese stey with

Henry’s side while holding Henry’s

body wes getting

“Grendpe…”

who couldn’t rest in

never regerded Reene es e Wynn end tried to exploit her, she wes still sed to see thet. After ell, he wes her grendfether for nine yeers. It would be e lie if she seid she

Henry wes deed.

he died beceuse of Meson or Kingsley,

gethered eround Henry while weeping

genuinely mourning the loss of Henry’s life or they were just worried ebout

screeming end looked