It was already two o'clock in the midnight when Robert came back to his house.
He was slightly drunk. He loosened his tie with one hand, and handed the suit on his wrist with the other to Von, who was coming towards him.
"Master , what can I do for you?"
He waved his hand, indicating that there was no need.
Without looking at the housekeeper, Robert went upstairs silently.
After throwing himself into the sofa in the bedroom, he leaned back hard, raised his head and frowned deeply.
His head hurt
He gently rubbed his forehead with his palms, which was better than nothing to relieve the pain.
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because of the headache, the Butler called him outside for a long time before he came to his senses.
"Master , are you asleep?"
"If you are asleep, I will come back tomorrow..."
"Master ? Master ?"
The Butler waited for a while without saying anything. When he was about to leave, he heard a voice from inside, "come in!"
Robert's voice was low and deep, with a trace of impatience. The Butler couldn't help but feel a little scared when he thought of his master 's morning temperament
But when the door was knocked, the Butler had to open it
Robert still leaned against the sofa, with his head half up and the back of his hand covering his eyes. He didn't want to see the light.
"Why do you have to come now?"
"old master Nicola Blake asked me to give you something personally."
The housekeeper had been working for the Blake family for almost forty years. He had been able to subdue all the members of the Blake family.
Only this young master, although he was not with the worst temper in the family, but the butler could not see through him since he was a child.
Especially after what happened six years ago, the Butler had known that the Blake family would be his world in the future.
He couldn't be irritated!
The Butler said respectfully, handing a kraft paper bag in his hand. It was the kind of paper used to hold documents. There was no word on it, and it was difficult to tell what was in it.
Robert took it over and asked, "is it that important? Why did you bring it to me so late?"
"Yes, about hostess..."
As soon as the steward opened his mouth, Robert raised his cold eyes and swept across the steward's old face. His fingers, which were removing the threads, stopped.
"Did grandpa know?"
Butler Von nodded and said, "if master is referring to the divorce between you and mrs, he has known."
Robert smiled.
He threw the kraft paper bag hard on the ground.
He deliberately lowered his voice and said in an unpleasant tone, "so he asked you to send me this kind of thing?"
"master , I think you'd better have a look first. Mrs. Blake is not..."
He frowned and scolded, "We've divorced. Why do you still call her Mrs. Blake ?"
"Master ..."
"Get out!"
It was not that he didn't want to listen to this master anymore, but the Butler knew the importance of this thing and still wanted him to see it.
However, before he could finish his sentence, Robert leaned back and warned him with his eyes, "get out..."
The Butler didn't dare to say anything more. He turned around and walked out of Robert's room, closing the door carefully.
However, when the door was closed, he shook his head and sighed