Charles Northwood didn't believe something so good could happen.
"Go on, what exactly happened?"
On the other end of the line, upon hearing his question, there was a sudden sense of relief.
"Charles, you're still worried about the Northwood Family, always worried."
Charles was momentarily stunned, the usual gentleness on his face gradually faded, becoming more solemn.
"What exactly happened?"
He slowly stood up from the chair, his brows furrowing tightly.
"It's nothing major, trust me, I can handle it."
After saying that, he abruptly hung up the phone.
Charles stood there, unable to calm his emotions for a long time.
So, he dialed another number.
"Help me check whether something happened to the Northwood Family."
After giving his instructions, he sat on the sofa, his eyes closed.
How many years has it been?
The events of those years seem like a static black-and-white picture now. The anger and sadness of that time have gradually subsided.
