Oliver Wright focused his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, sitting there quietly, not daring to utter a word. His heart felt like it was carrying a rabbit, thumping rapidly, both anxious and fearful about the investigation results from the servant. After a while, the servant who had been ordered to conduct a thorough investigation hurried over, his steps noticeably brisk.
Upon arrival, the servant first bowed respectfully to the family, his voice carrying a tone of respect: "Old Master, Second Young Master Wright."
Oliver Wright waved his hand dismissively, his voice tinged with impatience: "Enough, no need for such formalities, just tell me what the results are, what have you found out so far?" His eyes flickered with urgency and anticipation, wishing the servant would immediately provide the answer.
