In the past two years, Colton Morton's health has not been very good. He knows that he might not live much longer, but he always had Irene on his mind. So, despite his frail condition and the family's opposition, he rushed from Europe to Eastern City.
"Asher, has work been going smoothly for you recently?" Although Colton Morton was somewhat displeased with Asher Land now, he naturally couldn't show it.
"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Morton. Everything's been going well."
Colton Morton carefully sized up Asher Land, noticing a bruise at the corner of his mouth. This was obviously a sign of being hit. But who would dare lay a hand on him?
Thinking about it, Colton Morton cast a doubtful glance at Irene. Irene seemed to know what was on Colton Morton's mind and guiltily lowered her head.
Now, Colton Morton was even more certain of his suspicions.
Asher Land continued chatting with Colton Morton all the way to the parking lot.
