"Jamie, I know you don't like it here. But this is, after all, the last memory for us three, mother and sons."
James forced a smile: "I understand. It's just that since I returned, I've always been living in an apartment downtown. I like the hustle and bustle, not living in such a remote place."
George nodded: "Then I won't make it difficult for you. But there are only the two of us brothers left in this world to rely on each other, and I hope you can at least come back and stay one night a week."
James nodded: "I will."
James accompanied George along with the servants, touring the house. James personally carried George's luggage into the master bedroom, then bid farewell and left.
George stood by the window, watching his brother's silhouette, slowly squinting his eyes. His subordinate, Dong Chen, approached, following George's gaze and softly said; "It seems like the young master is a bit gloomy today. I wonder what he's gloomy about."
