Timothy York simply said, "Get some rest. I'll come by again tomorrow."
Yara Keats didn't seem to expect him to say that. She only glanced at him, then turned and vanished from everyone's sight.
By the time the maid brought out a bowl of hot soup from the kitchen, just as Mr. York had instructed, all she saw was Timothy York leaving with Ivan Gray, not even sparing a backward glance.
The maid froze on the spot, holding the bowl of soup, unsure whether to go forward or back.
Butler Lynch slowly walked down the stairs, his gaze also fixed on Timothy York as he left.
Only when he heard the sound of a car driving away did Butler Lynch sit back down across from Mr. York, cautiously glancing at the older man's expression.
'If something like this had happened in the past—'
'No, something like this could never have happened in the past.'
