Old Mr. Drexler didn't speak; he simply extended his wrinkled hand, trembling as he picked up each shard of the broken cup and cradled them in his hands.
"Master, don't be sad. Even though this cup is broken, there are many other things here that Madam liked," Butler Ye sighed gently, then comforted Old Mr. Drexler.
But Old Mr. Drexler shook his head and said with great sorrow.
"You don't understand; this cup was her favorite. If she knew, she would definitely blame me again."
His tone suddenly became weak, filled with grief.
Watching this scene, Summer Shawcross was startled, a bit stunned.
Unexpectedly, the breaking of that cup made Old Mr. Drexler so upset.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a bit of disdain for herself. How could she feel a trace of… sympathy for this old man she disliked?
She stared at Old Mr. Drexler for a moment and eventually couldn't help but speak, curling her lips as she said.
