Soon, someone brought over the shoes covered in sewage and sand.
Maxwell Saxon took the shoes.
He looked down at them, and after a few minutes of silence, he turned his head to look out the window.
Not far outside the window, there was a dark, somber sea.
As evening approached, the night sky seemed to be poured into the sea, blending with the dark blue waters.
"Uncle Thompson stays, the rest can leave," Maxwell Saxon's face reflected the night outside the window, as if it were dyed with a layer of somber cold tones, a single glance instilling a deep sense of fear.
Soon, everyone except Uncle Thompson had left.
Maxwell Saxon threw the shoes onto the ground.
His gaze slowly returned from the window, his midnight black eyes meaningfully staring at Uncle Thompson. After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly, "Uncle Thompson, do you know why I only kept you here?"
Uncle Thompson was taken aback and shook his head, "Young Master, I don't know."
