Every time, Old Sir White would get so angry that his eyes widened, yet he couldn't do anything about this precious son of his.
The servants of the White Family all said that only the young master could handle the old master, and no matter how angry he got, he wouldn't hold it against him.
After Bryan White knocked on the door, he waited for a moment, but hearing no response, he raised his hand to knock again, "Dad..."
Before he could finish saying "Dad," the grand double doors swung open from inside, revealing Theodore White's towering figure standing there with a helpless expression.
"Sir, good morning." The butler and the maids immediately nodded and greeted him.
"Come in!" Old Sir White was still in his pajamas, turning around to walk back into the bedroom.
Bryan White turned around and took the military uniform from the maid's hands, then followed his father into the bedroom.
