The housekeeper was a little unsure of what he knew.
However, now that he is so aggressive, I feel a little uneasy after all.
He smiled bitterly and said: "But if you want to say that, how many of them do you think are innocent? That's your father. You have to believe that everything he does is for your own good and for the sake of this family.
OK."
"But is it for me, for the family, or for his own ambition?" The young master asked sharply: "You said so sternly, if you are wrong, you are wrong, no matter what excuse you make, it is still wrong!"
The housekeeper was speechless.
The young master closed his eyes and felt quite irritable.
The housekeeper sighed, guessing that he might know something, and explained helplessly: "Don't be like this, that's your father. He must have his own reasons for whatever he does. You have to believe that he is the one."
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How can you believe it?
How else could he believe it?
What my father did was wrong.
Ophivia had no grudge against them, and she was his savior. He really couldn't help but just sit back and watch.
"My dad opened the passage and then had someone take her out, right?"
He had previously vowed that as long as the person was still in the city, he could help find him.
Now it seems that this sentence is really empty talk.
He can't do anything at all.
Maybe those people would still suspect that he and his father were colluding, and that his help was just to set off smoke bombs?
Seeing that he was so persistent, the housekeeper could only persuade him in a friendly voice: "You should be more open-minded. To you, those people are just strangers, far less important than your father. Your career is as important as the future of the family."
It’s up to you, so you must not be too indecisive.”
The young master smiled bitterly.
"I can not do it."
He really can't do it.
It would be too difficult to achieve this step.
He is not cruel, and he is not that hard-hearted.
After all, it is a living human life.
There was no way he could act like nothing had happened.
In this world, there is no distinction between right and wrong, black and white.
He still wants to be the person who sticks to the bottom line.
The housekeeper came over and said gently: "Young master, you must not be impulsive. Just pretend that you don't know what to do and nothing has happened, okay? Sir, he is also very helpless."
The young master sighed heavily, then turned and asked with a wry smile: "My dad, where is he now? Can I see him?"
The housekeeper was silent for a moment, then turned around and nodded: "Okay, I'll ask the head of the family."
The young master nodded stiffly.
In just a few short hours, he felt that his worldview was shattered and then reshaped.
He sighed heavily and said, "Let them go."
The butler frowned: "Young Master."
"Let them go." The young master repeated and said: "You can't stop them. Don't make it ugly when the time comes. It's better to let them go from the beginning. This will be more generous and avoid getting into trouble.
If you make a wrong bet at the time, wouldn’t it mean that your success will be in vain?”
As he spoke, he began to joke.
The housekeeper had no choice but to lower his head and said nonchalantly: "Okay, then I understand."
"Go out." The young master was still sitting stiffly on the chair.