Hearing the old master sigh, Bella Acker gently asked, "Old Master Sinclair, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
"There's nothing wrong with my body; I'm just feeling sad in my heart," the old master said as he started wiping his eyes with his fingers. "Young Acker, I'm a lonely, poor old man, so unlucky."
"Old Master Sinclair, your grandson is so filial to you, you are very fortunate," Bella Acker said as she watched the old master bow his head, seemingly crying quite sadly, not knowing how to comfort him.
After all, they had just met, and she didn't even know the old master's last name yet.
"He's my only grandson; if it weren't for him, my life would be even harder," the old master said sadly. "Young Acker, you don't know. My grandson is busy with work every day and often goes on business trips. I hardly see him once in a long time. I came to the company to see him today because I haven't seen him for months."
