Downstairs, the Old Master was still wailing, a heart-wrenching cry that never ceased.
Summer Sutton quietly listened to him, pondering for a moment, and suddenly her eyes brightened.
She thought of a way to negotiate with the Ink Family.
She couldn't fathom Manuel Ink's intentions, but starting with the Old Master seemed much easier to Summer Sutton.
The Inks aren't interested in money, but if she could offer something that appealed to them, she believed it would be a big temptation for the Old Master.
Imagining this, Summer Sutton suddenly felt energized.
Ignoring her injured leg, she slowly made her way downstairs.
As she descended, she didn't see Manuel Ink, only the Old Master was there.
He seemed deeply downcast, holding a teacup, sitting on the sofa with a face full of dejection.
Summer Sutton walked over and sat down next to him, starting a conversation, "The plane's ruined?"
"Yes." The Old Master responded to her.
"Can't be fixed?" Summer Sutton asked again.
