Chapter 1607: What kind of a screwed-up coincidence was this?
[BENNET MANSION]
Charles dragged himself inside the home, slumping onto the living room couch in exasperation. He had been driving around all day, seeing almost everything — more shenanigans from everyone than he could handle in a day — except for the person he was looking for.
"Master." Butler Jen, who had seen Charles coming earlier, approached with a tray of tea. He carefully placed it down before straightening his back, his eyes on Charles. "You seem exhausted. Are you alright, Sir?"
Charles exasperatedly glanced up at Butler Jen and shrugged. "That... I don’t think I’ll be alright for long."
"Did you have a fight with Sir Haines?"
"A fight?" Charles almost laughed. "How I wish it was just the usual."
But deep down, he knew it wasn’t like that.
This issue was something bigger. Charles just didn’t know how big, but he knew it would be bigger than he could ever embrace.
Thinking about it, his eyes cast down, swirling with sadness. Another heavy breath escaped him, and he didn’t even have the energy to stand or reach out for the tea Butler Jen served him.
Butler Jen, on the other hand, tilted his head a little to the side and studied Charles. After a moment, he walked over to the other end of the couch and sat down beside him.
"What is it, Charles?" he asked, dropping the usual honorific. "What did you do?"
Slowly, Charles looked up at Butler Jen. This man had been with the Bennet Family since Charles was a young teen, working for the Chairman’s family and then moving in with Charles when he got married. Thus, Butler Jen didn’t always feel like a butler to him, but rather a big brother — or perhaps, an uncle.