CHAPTER 255: CHAPTER 255: MAYBE HE JUST DOESN’T UNDERSTAND

Godfery Shaw’s gaze changed.

Basil Smith and Hailey Smith secretly thought things were not good.

The dangerous aura made them suddenly remember that when the Young Master was injured, his emotions could spiral out of control!

Since the incident five years ago when the Young Master nearly lost his life from a self-inflicted wound, he had been uninjured.

However, although the Young Master had been restraining himself from really taking action, Emma Lewis was genuinely angry and hit hard.

The Young Master was hurt, and those hidden violent tendencies gradually surfaced.

Hailey Smith wanted to run. His years of experience beside the Young Master made his first reaction in such situations to dodge away.

But at this moment, Robert Reed stood out, shielding Emma Lewis, "Emma, I’ve told you, talk things through rationally, don’t just resort to fighting, it’ll set a bad example for the kids."

Though he said that, Robert Reed’s stance was clearly protective of Emma Lewis.

As if to say, Godfery Shaw, if you want to strike, strike me first.

The artists of Ink Manor also had their eyes on Godfery Shaw. Their collective stance was confrontational. If Godfery Shaw dared to make a move, they would dare to put down their brushes and gang up together.

An outsider would think it was Emma Lewis who had just been hit.

The people of Ink Manor were unaware of the situation’s gravity, but Hailey Smith and Basil Smith knew.

If the Young Master’s emotions went unchecked, something dire could really happen.

Hailey Smith glanced at his brother, who did not step aside but instead stood in front of Robert Reed.

Hailey Smith gritted his teeth and stood by his brother’s side.

If today the Young Master really lost control and injured someone at Ink Manor, the Young Madam and the Young Master might never reconcile.

Godfery Shaw’s expression grew increasingly indifferent, as if he were shedding his human emotions.

Basil Smith blocked the front. When Godfery Shaw struck, he dislocated one of Basil Smith’s arms immediately.

The move was ruthless and emotionless, making everyone’s heart tighten.

However, such a scene suddenly felt familiar to Hailey Smith.

Back when the Young Madam had just married the Young Master, in retaliation against the Wright family, the Young Master got injured. He was the one who shouted that the Young Madam was left on the road and needed to be fetched back, marking the first time the Young Master controlled his emotions in a state of losing control.

Realizing this, Hailey Smith shouted loudly, "Young Master, you can’t do it! This is Ink Manor, these are all the people the Young Madam cares about most."

Godfery Shaw’s ruthless look paused slightly, as if instinct and rationality were wrestling within him.

Unaware of the internal struggle, Emma Lewis continued shouting, "Godfery Shaw, go ahead! If I back down today, I won’t be called Emma Lewis!"

Seeing Godfery Shaw’s eyes that were just showing signs of being suppressed turn cold again.

Hailey Smith was sweating profusely.

Basil Smith pulled Emma Lewis over, covering her mouth, and whispered in her ear, "Ancestral one, you’ve already fought and scolded, let’s just call it a day."

Emma Lewis struggled, "Call it a day? If I don’t stand up for Sophie today, I’ll be letting her down, she sees me as her closest person."

Emma Lewis wanted to shout again, but Basil Smith, in a flurry, suddenly grabbed her and kissed her.

Emma Lewis’s angry outburst was dumbfounded.

Over the years, Basil Smith had always been as reserved as a young lady, never willing to be overly intimate in public.

At this moment, Emma Lewis, dazed, looked at Basil Smith. Her first reaction was that he was standing on tiptoes.

She was 180 cm, Basil Smith was 175 cm.

Because she was angry, she was craning her neck, and Basil Smith was standing on tiptoes.

Emma Lewis’s mind was still wandering with random thoughts.

Basil Smith’s meticulous face flushed slightly, and he softly said, "Just let it go; if it really escalates, the ones who will feel worse are Sophie and the Young Madam."

Emma Lewis froze, her aggressive demeanor softened.

Indeed, after such a fierce fight, the noise from the third floor might have already been heard. It’s hard to say if Sophie was woken up, but Nancy probably already felt sad.

Nancy always used to like keeping things bottled up, silently suffering.

Now she couldn’t speak, and she was even more quiet.

Emma Lewis didn’t argue anymore.

Hailey Smith quietly gave his brother a thumbs up, thinking his brother was truly impressive!

Hailey Smith cautiously said, "Young Master, have you forgotten? We still have to wait for the Young Madam. The Young Madam will come back to find you, let’s go back and wait for her."

This was the same thing said to Godfery Shaw five years ago when the Allens took away Nancy.

It made Godfery Shaw want to live, and indeed, because of those words, he survived.

At this moment, Godfery Shaw’s gaze gradually cleared. He placed the card Emma Lewis had thrown back earlier onto the desk, turned, and left Ink Manor without a word.

Hailey Smith and Basil Smith both breathed a sigh of relief simultaneously.

Hailey Smith quickly caught up.

Basil Smith bowed to Robert Reed, apologetically saying, "Old Mr. Reed, on behalf of the Young Master, I apologize to you. The Young Master’s upbringing was somewhat problematic, and what we consider normal emotions are often hard for him to understand."

Robert Reed thought of the crazed scene five years ago when Godfery Shaw accompanied Nancy to face death, which indeed seemed problematic.

He sighed, "Apologizing to me is useless. Go back and tell him if he wants to recognize Sophie, then make an effort. If not, then don’t see her or make contact and spare her feelings."

Basil Smith nodded, "Alright, I will convey this to the Young Master."

After saying this, Basil Smith patted Emma Lewis on the shoulder and quickly left.

Ink Manor returned to silence once more.

Everyone involuntarily looked up at the floor above, then sighed in unison, with a hint of a pained expression on their faces.

Upstairs, Sophie had indeed been woken up by the noise.

Both mother and daughter heard the argument downstairs.

Sophie hung her head, like a flower that hadn’t been watered for three days, wilting.

"Mom, wanting to acknowledge him, did I do something wrong?"

Nancy opened her mouth slightly, her throat producing a somewhat hoarse sound, "Sophie hasn’t done anything wrong."

The voice was hoarse and dry, like an old machine that had rusted, operating with difficulty.

The already sad Sophie suddenly looked up at Nancy, her sadness mixed with delight, "Mom, can you talk now?"

Nancy nodded, "With others, I can’t, but with Sophie, I can."

When Nancy spoke, each sentence carried a tear-inducing pain in her throat, but her expression remained calm.

Her voice was quiet, like she was speaking in a whisper, trying to minimize the vibration of her vocal cords.

That Nancy could speak seemed to comfort Sophie greatly.

It made Sophie stop hiding things from her and start pouring out her heart, "I thought it was simple, like interacting with other uncles and aunts, more contact and he’d like me, but these days, I can feel he truly doesn’t care about me."

Sophie couldn’t say these things to Robert Reed or Emma Lewis.

Because Robert Reed would defend her, and Emma Lewis would be infuriated to the point of wanting to fight.

But Nancy was different.

Though Sophie had never met Nancy growing up, she always grew up listening to stories about her, very close, yet their closeness was not quite close enough. To Sophie, Nancy was more like a friend closer than a friend.

Someone she could express her true thoughts to without burden.

Nancy gently said, "Maybe he doesn’t not care, just doesn’t understand."