Baron Lawrence's lips were tightly pursed, without offering a single word in defense.
The Housekeeper was anxious, wishing he could speak some words of submission on his behalf, but he knew it was impossible to replace him.
Old Master Lawrence waited for over a minute, but when no reflection came from Baron, the disappointment in his eyes deepened. His eyes, sharp with age, closed and then reopened, regaining their ruthless decisiveness, "Since you have made a mistake, you must endure the corresponding punishment, you know that, don't you?"
"I know." This was precisely why he didn't allow Enna Clark to enter with him.
Old Master Lawrence's eyebrows furrowed. After all, he was looking at his own grandson whom he had nurtured since childhood. For a brief moment he hesitated, his eyes that missed nothing looked toward the man standing rigid before him, and he suddenly asked, "Skye is also in Country T, does this incident have anything to do with Skye?"