Noah Drexler sat down on the sofa, reached out to hold her slender leg, placed her leg on his, and then, like the butler just now, poured some medicinal oil onto his hand. His large palm covered her ankle and gently massaged it.
His handsome and cold face was now full of a serious expression.
Summer Shawcross quietly sat on the sofa, looking at the man's mature and stern face.
She paused for a moment, then suddenly spoke in a calm voice.
"Noah Drexler, I want to see my brother."
Her voice sounded, and Noah Drexler's hand paused for a moment.
The next second, he pursed his thin lips and said.
"Sean's body has already been cremated."
"So quickly..." His words made Summer's body sway slightly, and in those somewhat vacant eyes, an undetectable sadness appeared.
At this moment, Noah Drexler had finished applying the medicinal oil for her.
The butler handed over a tissue, and he gently wiped his hands.
