"..."
"I know this is a tough ask," the driver said with a bitter smile. "Besides you, I don't know whom else to turn to. He's just too stubborn, refusing to let anyone help him search, insisting on finding her himself. In my opinion, this is nothing short of self-torture. He's in so much pain right now, and Miss Flower can't feel it at all, it's like he's deceiving himself. Life is only so many years, who knows what will happen in the future? I fear that if this drags on, even if we do find her eventually, it might already be too late."
Trenton Smith's gaze flickered briefly, and after a moment, he nodded: "I understand."
Seeing that he had agreed, the driver instantly beamed with joy and rubbed his hands excitedly. He said to Trenton, "Then I must trouble you, Young Master Smith. Please, don't let Sophia Phoenix know about this, if he finds out I asked for your help, he'll probably blame me for sticking my nose into his business."
