C167 Three Years Ago, a Corner of the Truth Was Unveiled.

"Mihailo!" the old butler hissed, his voice a low whisper, "You wouldn't want Mr. Morgan to find out about that incident, would you?"

His eyes, yellowed with age, betrayed a ferocity that belied his years—a cruel, biting sharpness uncharacteristic of someone his age.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. The butler's furrowed brow eased slightly, sensing the fear in the silence