In the mansion, Darryl was sitting awkwardly by the bedside.
Samantha looked at him wordlessly, keeping silent for a minute or two.
What on earth did she want?
Finally, Darryl could not take it any longer. He awkwardly stuttered, “Auntie… Why… Why are you here? It’s late.”
Samantha let out a soft sigh. She looked at him hopefully and asked, “I want to ask you about something. Are you hiding anything? Are you pretending to be poor when you’re actually extremely wealthy and powerful? Why was Cyrus so afraid of you, where he not only returned the money but knelt and apologized to us?”
She continued, “Also, previously at the hospital, Sophie’s nephew was also extremely polite with you.”
‘Oh, it’s about that. I thought it was something bigger,’ Darryl thought.
Darryl let out a breath. He wanted to explain his identity, but he thought about how Darby’s Second Young Master was known to many in the upper social circle. They also had the impression that he raped his brother’s wife; his name has not been cleared.
It would be an utter embarrassment.
At that, Darryl shook his head. He simply stated, “ Auntie, those two occasions were thanks to Dax Sanders,“ he laughed, “You know him. We met him during our last excursion. We’re close.”
Samantha suddenly came to a realization. She glared at Darryl as she grumbled, “I knew it. How could a useless person like you have any achievements? I see, it was all because of Dax. You really do know how to use other people’s power to make yourself feel good.”