"Okay!" Kevin Sim replied sweetly.
In the car, Shane Sim looked unhappy with his brows furrowed.
Benedict Hamilton actually smiled. He held the steering wheel and glanced at Shane Sim, laughing, "Brother Shane...you're unhappy being cooped up in the hospital every day, but you're also unhappy when you go to your sister-in-law's house to have fun after being discharged?"
Shane Sim's brows furrowed even more, "Do you know about the news of the Supreme Court Justice's death?"
Benedict Hamilton nodded, "Of course, I know... It's big news, everyone is talking about it!"
"Your Brother Stanhope doesn't let us make a move and insists that we hold back... I don't understand what he means! You know me, Brother Shane! What I like most... is to control the development of things the first time something happens... But Mr. Secretary of State Stanhope Brown! He... won't! Let! Me! Act!"
In the end, Shane Sim spoke with emphasis on each word, clearly expressing his deep dissatisfaction.