Chapter 1995: Honeyed Words and a Glib Tongue

Time flew swiftly, and before everyone knew, the sun hanging high in the sky gradually set, staining the endless horizon a splendid red.

Everyone at the old house was in high spirits, and soon it was evening. The old Master Daniel, who had been playing chess and enjoying tea with friends outside, returned home.

William Johnson, who had been busy at work, also entered the house with his briefcase in hand.

Seeing everyone in the living room chatting and laughing, even the air carried a warm atmosphere, he, who rarely smiled, let slip a few nearly imperceptible shallow smiles.

Setting down his briefcase, he said, "Carol."

Caroline Edwin looked up and greeted crisply, "Uncle."

Noticing a hint of fatigue between his eyebrows, she stood up to pour him a cup of tea.

"Thank you."

William Johnson rolled up the sleeves on his wrist, revealing his muscular forearm, and calmly took a sip of the tea.

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