The butler's heart was pounding. He had come here to deliver the test samples. Old Master Carter had brought in the glasses that Young Master Jones, the two kids, and Miss Smith had used.
He was waiting to extract it, and then test it to see what was going on.
However, the butler didn't expect to meet Heinz here. His face looked as dark as the bottom of a pot, reminiscent of a gloomy day.
The butler didn't know what had happened. What was that stack of papers the young master was holding?
Heinz put away the results quietly and looked at the butler, revealing nothing. His sharp eyes fell on the black color bag and then on the butler's face. He looked into the butler's eyes and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I'm here to get some medicine for Old Master Carter. I just happened to pass by you," the butler smiled faintly and looked calm.
Having mentally prepared himself for such a scenario, the butler already had a clear answer prepared.