The car door closed, keeping the rain that drifted in, outside.
"Is there something bothering you, Young Master?" Jack Smith had some guesses about the reason and proactively brought up the topic.
This matter would be disclosed to him sooner or later; knowing sooner or knowing later makes no difference.
Therefore, Jack Smith did not intend to hide anything.
"Uncle Smith, I know you're devoted to the Dales Family, but some of your methods I cannot agree with." Henry Dales withdrew his cold gaze from outside the car window, turning back with a heavy stare and a frosty expression.
Jack Smith wasn't flustered at all, his demeanor calm as he admitted, "I knew Young Master would figure it out sooner or later. There's nothing more to say; indeed, I arranged everything myself. If you want to blame someone, blame me, but I don't regret doing it."
"It's really you." Henry's face darkened, anger flaring in his eyes, "Uncle Smith, do you realize what you're doing?"
