Edward Jackson's temples were throbbing incessantly, his brain about to explode.
Facing both the old and the young, he was at a complete loss and relaxed his shoulders, surrendering, "I'll go, I'll try to find time to meet the person you mentioned."
Hayes looked at him in surprise and exclaimed, "Master?"
Hadn't the master already decided not to go on blind dates anymore?
Edward Jackson didn't turn to look at him, his mature and handsome face full of helplessness, "Mom, please stop crying."
Old Madam Habsden had been feeling sorry for her beloved little great-granddaughter crying so pitifully. Hearing his words, she blinked her eyes, reddened from the onion, and looked up at the man by the bed to confirm, "You really agreed to go? You won't back out?"
"I agreed, I won't back out."
After all, he just agreed to meet that person, not necessarily to marry them.
He didn't believe he would feel the way the old lady described.
