Thomas Shannon called for a bodyguard. "Stay here and serve Bay King. If he feels any discomfort, notify me immediately."
"Yes, Young Master."
Thomas Shannon let out a barely audible sigh, removed Edward Benson's shirt to help him sleep more comfortably, and then left.
On the way back to the manor, Thomas Shannon was deep in thought.
In his mind, Edward Benson's words kept repeating—
Never be like me, never be like me...
Don't make the wrong choices like he did?
Thomas Shannon's thin lips pressed tightly. He slowly closed his eyes.
Charlie River, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at Thomas Shannon in the rearview mirror. He noticed Thomas Shannon's serious expression and felt a sense of understanding.
Young Master must be thinking about the maniac, right?
Young Master Benson's words just now... Young Master probably really took them to heart.
Upon returning to the manor, Harry was nowhere to be found.
