As usual, Henry Keswick finished his work and walked slowly down the street with his cane.
If he saw children selling flowers or praying, Henry Keswick would buy a flower from their basket with a bright smile or give them 20 pence.
His Rolls-Royce gently followed behind him, and when he walked far enough, he would turn around. At this point, his Rolls-Royce would pull up beside him, the driver would get out immediately to open the car door, and after Henry Keswick got in, the driver would trot back to the driver's seat and drive Henry Keswick back to the Keswick mansion.
After getting in the car, Henry Keswick would take off his white gloves and disdainfully throw them aside.
On the way back, Henry Keswick remained silent.
Tony Keswick and John Keswick were still receiving lessons from the family tutor.
The tutor stopped teaching upon seeing Henry Keswick return.
"Tony, have you packed your things?"
Henry Keswick sat on the soft sofa, a benevolent smile on the face.
