"Don't worry, I've taken note of this. As for Charles Northwood, I'll leave him to you to deal with."
Charles Northwood!
He was the main reason for this failure.
If it weren't for him, none of this would've been so humiliating.
He wouldn't have ended up in the Hospital either.
"Call the old house, and call Maxwell Peary. Their own old man is in the Hospital and they don't even bother to come take a look. Are they waiting for the Journalist outside to say they're unfilial?"
The old man was full of pent‑up anger now, his brows tightly knitted.
Hearing the old man's words, the butler immediately nodded, took out his phone, and walked out of the ward.
When Samuel Peary received the call, he was at the old house, looking utterly depressed.
"I'm not going."
He refused outright. The way the old man had acted before, he hadn't cared about their father‑son relationship at all, and now he wanted to use that to pressure him.
