Watt Bennet seemed not to hear him, opening one door after another in search.
"Lost your wife?" Old Master Ink looked at him sideways, his tone probing.
Watt continued to ignore him, only focused on his search.
Old Master Ink chuckled, starting to mock sarcastically, "A grown man who can't even keep his own wife, why even get married?"
Watt paused his steps toward the stairs, slowly lifting his face, his gaze sweeping coldly upstairs at him, "What has this got to do with you, Old Master?"
He spoke without fear of offending, although, arguing with Old Master Ink was nothing new for him, Old Master Ink's expression remained unfazed, merely humming lightly.
At this moment, he was thinking, how could this have nothing to do with him? If anything happened to Summer Sutton, Manuel Ink would definitely be worried!
The only grandson, Manuel Ink's affairs are certainly Old Master Ink's affairs.
However, at this late night, the Old Master was in no mood to bicker with Watt.
