Chapter 397: Abigail Trent's Eyes and Brows and Those Times..._1

The black Bentley drove into the King Clan's old house.

Uncle Lamon stood by the window of Old Master's bedroom and saw Mason King's car returning. He turned around and walked to Old Master's reclining chair, quietly saying, "Mr. King is back."

"Hmm?" Old Master was lying on his reclining chair, with a thin blanket covering his legs and an old photo album on it. With half-closed eyes, half-asleep, he glanced at Uncle Lamon, "Who's back?"

Uncle Lamon smiled, "Mr. King."

Old Master heard clearly this time, closed his eyes, and didn't speak again.

Uncle Lamon didn't forcefully wake him up either.

In his eighties, Old Master was considered strong and healthy among his peers. Apart from his legs and feet becoming increasingly inflexible in the past couple of years, he didn't have any other problems.