The old butler felt very guilty for almost revealing Mr. Andrew's whereabouts, so he left with firm determination.
Eve was a bit worried about Forrester. After all, his retreat seemed a little panicked, which was a rare lapse in composure.
"Is Forrester all right?"
"He's fine."
The first thing Yellen did when he walked into the greenhouse was abruptly pinch off a bud that hadn't fully bloomed yet.
Eve looked at the bud in his hand with regret, not understanding why he did it.
"It was going to bloom soon."
"It grew in the wrong place, so it had to be disposed of."
After saying that, Yellen's hand moved to another rose in full bloom. If he wasn't ruthless, this one would be clung to by those irrelevant existences, eventually losing important nutrients.
Eve didn't care for these gran
