"Yes, yes, you're right about everything, Sir. I'll tell Archer when I get back." Sean York didn't dare say another word, nodding repeatedly.
Facing Gregory Winslow felt like being at home, dealing with the old man of his own family.
Gregory Winslow hmphed and went inside with his hands clasped behind his back.
Sean York breathed a sigh of relief, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
He raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Seeing him like this, Irene Lynch couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't mind him. He looks fierce, but he's not usually like this. He just gets a little serious when it comes to his daughter. Don't be scared."
"You should go on inside. We'll be eating in a bit."
"Ma'am, let me help you." Sean York didn't dare go inside, afraid Gregory Winslow would catch him and give him a lecture.
Irene Lynch didn't refuse and led him into the kitchen.
Half an hour later, the two of them entered the main hall carrying dishes.
