Mason Nightshade raised an eyebrow and tied his robe, "How could his wife bear it?" "Of course, it's not really about leaving, just talk." Grayson Quinn was about to speak when there was a knock on the door. Opening it, Mrs. Rong stood behind it, surprised to see him for a moment. Grayson Quinn smiled and accepted the coffee, "Mrs. Rong, could you please bring me a bottle of wine, the best and most expensive one?" He paused and added. "Sure, Young Master Quinn, please wait a moment." Mrs. Rong agreed, puzzled. Oh, when did Young Master Quinn arrive? How come she didn't see him enter through the door? Mrs. Rong left, and Grayson Quinn took a sip of coffee, continuing, "Back when she married Hadriel Wilson, she helped him secure the principal's position. Now that Hadriel Wilson's status is solidified, he wants to abandon his faithful wife, so she's not willing to take such a hit." "Speaking of which, the reason why they are at odds now has a lot to do with your wife." Out of the corner of his eye, Mason Nightshade's gaze slightly changed, looking at him intently, almost making him choke on the coffee. Should he pamper his wife to such an extent! Even a tiny bit of news about his wife causes his expression to change. "She sent the videos of Hadriel Wilson's affairs over the years to Roy. But come to think of it, it's strange, how did she get those videos? It feels like something schemed for a long time, not something that could be gathered so quickly." Grayson Quinn murmured suspiciously. Moving on, Mason Nightshade was no longer interested to listen, a proud smile appeared on his face. His voice raised pleasantly, "She never gets shortchanged." "..." Indeed, she doesn't get shortchanged. But if he continues to indulge her , won't Aurelia become more and more overbearing and unruly? Aren't you afraid she'll tear the roof off the presidential residence? Oh well, even if that really happens, given how much the President dotes on Mason Nightshade, he probably wouldn't be truly angry. Comparing people really makes one vexed! "Regarding Hadriel Wilson's matter, I've handled it for you. Plus, your wife arranged a meeting with him tomorrow afternoon. Don't know what's up, but I'm guessing that girl is up to some mischief again. I've told you everything, I'm leaving!" Grayson Quinn, feeling frustrated, jumped out through the window. Mrs. Rong knocked and entered, seeing only Mason Nightshade in the room, looking around with a dumbfounded blink, "Grayson, Young Master Quinn?" "He's gone!" Mason Nightshade said in a calm voice. She was downstairs the whole time, didn't see anyone leaving. Could it be... Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 Mrs. Rong glanced at the wind-rippled curtains, looked down at the wine in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and didn't leave the wine. What if Young Master misses Young Madam and gets drunk again, what then? "Ah." Mason Nightshade let out a barely audible sigh, eyes empty and dazed. A home without her is so silent it makes him uncomfortable. Mason Nightshade took a bath but didn't sleep. He changed clothes, drove to her building, and gazed at the lit windows on the eighth floor. Lighting a cigarette, he quietly watched until the lights went out, drowsily falling asleep in the car. Aurelia Shaw lazily woke up at noon, stretched like a cat, got out of bed, washed up, and changed clothes before heading downstairs. The aroma of food wafted by. She paused and indeed saw Ursa Miller downstairs, wearing an apron. Upon seeing her, Ursa smiled brightly, "Aurelia sis, you're awake." Aurelia raised her eyebrows and sat down at the dining table. Ursa poured her a glass of milk and set it down. "Why did you come over? Is your brother's illness okay?" Aurelia asked with concern while eating.