Charles Mcintosh didn't expect Lilac Serval to suddenly ask him this question; he remained silent for a long time.
"Brother Mcintosh, you have always been the person Mr. Cheney trusts the most. You must know things others don't. So, don't try to trick me by saying you don't know," Lilac Serval left Charles Mcintosh no way out.
"Little Lilac, you are not someone with excessive curiosity in my heart."
"That's true, I generally have little interest in other people's affairs, but everyone has curiosity."
"Little Lilac, I can tell you anything else, but I'm sorry, I won't discuss Mr. Cheney's matters."
"Not even to me?"
"It's about orders and loyalty."
"Go to hell."
Lilac Serval was so angry that she hung up the phone.
Orders and loyalty? What a grand-sounding excuse.
Lilac Serval was agitated again, but she knew Charles's personality all too well; if he refused to speak, she couldn't force it out of him.
After hanging up, Lilac Serval went to visit Chale Cheney in the ward.
