"If you lose such a wonderful wife, you'll really be letting your brother down." The old man glared.
"I understand now." Damian also regretted, but regret couldn't solve the problem. What he needed to do now was to do everything he could to win her back.
The old man turned and walked on the cobblestone path into a small pavilion in the neighborhood and waved to the bodyguard next to him after sitting down.
The bodyguard bowed respectfully before retreating outside the pavilion.
This distance ensured the old man's safety while keeping him out of earshot of the conversation between the old man and the young master.
"Sit." The old man gestured for Damian to sit down, then sighed, "Actually, your brother had been wanting to commit suicide for a long time."
"What?" Even Damian, who was always calm, turned his head sharply at the words.
