Chapter 493
- The old lady chuckled. “Looking at you, it’s like you don’t want to meddle in your dad’s mess at all. Guess I overthought it.”
- Robert Taylor let out a breath. “I can’t even sort out my own crap. How would I have the nerve to manage anyone else’s?”
- Leaning back in her chair, the old lady said, “Your mess is easier to fix than your dad’s.”