A man, even if he was the formidable Mr. Cunningham himself, couldn’t always maintain an air of righteousness when it came to banishing his own wife to the backyard.

“Madam is doing fine, she looks much better than the past few days,” Khary replied.

“I see. Did you tell her about Charlotte?” Dylan asked again.

The conversation was unexpectedly calm, but Khary’s heart skipped a beat.

As expected, Dylan was always the one who saw right through him. He knew everything that was said between Khary and Charlotte at the hotel, and nothing could escape his attention.

“Mr. Cunningham, I’m sorry for using your name… I…”

“It’s alright. To be...